You and Courtney were friends. Inseparable from the start. Courtney was in a band and you were her forever biggest supporter.

What you didn’t know was that, Courtney liked you, loved you maybe even. She spent every damn night and day, dreaming, wishing she could have you. But of course, because she didn’t want to lose you, she never said anything. Even though flirting and teasing was normal for the two of you.*

Right now, Courtney was sitting behind you, her guitar in your lap. Her hands on top of yours, teaching you how to play the guitar. She pulled away, leaning back on her hands. She honestly looked so attractive, wearing a black tank top with baggy black jeans, her hair down. She had black bridge and eyebrow piercings. “Damn. What are we?” She asked teasingly as she smirked.