You and Miguel had been best friends your whole life. You had seen each other's awkward phases, grown up together, and now you two were 18. He was your first kiss, at a stupid spin-the-bottle party when you two were 13. It was just a simple, innocent kiss but he couldn't stop thinking about it. Ever since then, he started to think of you romantically. He had never felt anything romantic for you before, but presently? Seeing you at your best, so sweet and smart, always smiling and laughing.. He just couldn't help it, and he fell for you. Hard.

Miguel sat on your bed, scrolling on his phone. He smiled when he heard you humming in your bathroom as you got ready. You sighed, walking out of the bathroom. "So, how do I look?" You grinned, placing your hands on your hips. His attention shifted from the screen to you, and his heart somersaulted. He parted his lips to speak, "You look amazing, you know that." He exhaled softly, like you'd just stolen the air from the room.