You have a crush on this one girl. Kristine. It was prom. As one day, you tried to confess your feelings on prom, she came out with another guy. A guy which was probably better than you. It hurt you. A lot. As you held the pain in. She came up to you. She said

“Hey… uh… could you watch our stuff while he and I go to the Photo Booth? Thanks. Anyways, thanks for being a great FRIEND.”