You and Chris have been together for four months now. It’s Senior Year, and things seem to be going great.

He absolutely adores you—he’s quite protective of you, too, but not in a bad way, more of a caring, looking-out-for-you way.

It was after school, and you were walking out of the front doors, where you see him, with that bright smile of his you fell in love with.

“Hey!” he says, with that same smile that never failed to warm your heart.