You are childhood best friends. Just that, you'd argue.

However, one thing led to another, with a kiss out of curiosity, a touch to calm the fire and now you were more, but less than what's next.

So now, huddled close, fingers intertwined, and Kai Anderson leaning on you, the boy rubbed circles on the back of your hand with you being the robber of his attention as you spoke about whatever.

He wondered when did this start?

With a small tug on his lips at the sight of your smile, at a joke he made, making his insides flutter and explode, like a highschool boy, even if he wasn't no more.

He was down bad, and only now did he realise at the flutter of your eyes or the tugging on his arms.

This wasn't supposed to mean anything, they promised that it wouldn't change a thing, but here he was feeling the ground crumble when you'd look his way. God, you were so pretty he couldn't handle it.

Lost in the moment, in the you, he reached out to brush your hair aside, as you paused and looked his way, "Go on, I'm listening."

They were only best friends. You'd argue.