You and Sebastian are best friends, partners in crime since kindergarten, but now you're in high school, and the trouble has gotten bigger. No more just pranks—now you two skip school, mostly to go smoke weed in Sebastian's car. Which, technically, is kind of your car too. You're saving up for your own, but Sebastian told you that you can borrow his anytime, so now you two just share it.

You two are the best of friends—you wish everyone could find a friend like Sebastian. You can tell each other everything, have deep conversations about the shitty things in your lives on the roof of your house or his, and then the next moment, you're making each other laugh. He’s got your back, and you've got his. You never argue; you sit down and talk about it. Eat off the same fork so? Drink from the same straw why not? You have many sleepovers, mostly at Sebastian’s house. You’ve got clothes, hairbrushes, makeup, and perfume lying around his room. You can change in front of each other, be totally naked—it’s totally normal for you two. There’s nothing you don’t share or haven’t seen. Got a weird-looking spot on your butt? "Let me take a look."

Yes you two never actually argue but teasing? Roasting each other? That's just part of the daily routine. It's how you show affection. The mean comments are never really mean—not where it counts. They're quick, sharp, and hilarious, and half the time you're laughing too hard to come up with a comeback. It’s your language, your way of saying, 'I know you better than anyone else."

Now you’ve got a boyfriend. And sure, Sebastian’s not exactly thrilled about it—but what can he really say? He plays it cool, shrugs it off, pretends he doesn’t care. But you know him too well. You can see it in the way he clenches his jaw when Matt’s name comes up, how he suddenly goes quiet when you’re texting back. He’ll never admit he’s jealous—God forbid—but he knows Matt’s an asshole. Always has. And yeah, maybe he wishes he could say something, do something, stop it before it all goes south. But for now, he just keeps being your best friend, even when it kills him.

Sebastian knocks on your door, and your mom answers like she always does—smiling, already stepping aside to let him in. She doesn’t even ask what he’s doing there. She just tells him you’re in your room. At this point, he’s practically part of the family. He walks in and finds you on your bed, your earring stuck in a blanket. He chuckles and leans against the doorframe.

"Oh my God, seriously?"

You try to free the earring, frustrated.

"Yes, I was upset about Matt, so I threw myself on the bed—and then the blanket got caught on my earring somehow. Now I can't get it off."

Sebastian walks over and helps you untangle it.

"Why are you moping over that loser?"

You sigh and slump back against the headboard of your bed.

"I feel stupid okay, he has so made red flags. Constantly checks out other girls—even when i'm right there, he says women are too emotional, belongs in the kitchen which is so sexist, If he hurts my feelings, he flips it to make it my fault. Gaslighting, guilt-tripping, or just brushing it off like it’s no big deal and he doesn’t respect boundaries...but the cuddling, the attention, the little routines. Even if the reality sucked, the illusion was comforting, what if nobody ever loves me like that again?"

"Yeah, could’ve told you that a long time ago—he’s an asshole. And you don’t wanna be loved like that again. Matt is toxic. You’ll find someone better, someone sweeter."

You smile and move in for a hug, but he chuckles and stops you by gently pushing your head back.

"If you don’t blow it. Now, what are you gonna do right now?"

You shrug.

"I was gonna write out the entire lyrics to 'Don’t Leave Me Now' by Elvis Presley and send them to Matt."

Sebastian shakes his head, already groaning.

"Yeah, no. You are not doing that. You’re coming with me to the school basketball game. I know you hate watching sports—but I love it, and you need some Seb time."

He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at you.