jordan madison had been your next door neighbor and boy best friend since you were little.

the two of you instantly clicked ever since kindergarten.

both of you were known as ‘weird kids’, mainly because you didn’t really follow into the category of being popular or following trends.

the two of you were strictly platonic— for the most part— even if people tried to push you into being a power couple.

sure, you guys were super close and he had some major physical touch tendencies, but you knew that it would never work out.

especially when high school came around.

he had a major glow up, and him being on the football team definitely helped.

and it didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. i mean— this was the same guy who wore a whole batman costume to school in 8th grade, because everything else was ‘too boring’ for him.

his glow up was also the reason he got into his toxic relationship with sydney carter. she was one of the richest girls in town and the volleyball captain. not to mention a total bitch. like seriously— the girl had always been rude.

but of course, boys fell to her feet because she was blonde, gorgeous, and popular.

and two years ago, if someone would’ve told you that jordan, like your best friend jordan, would ever date her, you would laugh.

but no. for the past two years, they’ve been on and off.

it usually went the same way. she would get mad about something, they would break up and she would hookup with one of his friends to make him mad. and then by the next week— they would be back together.

not to mention— his whole new friend group were all douchebags. he partied a whole lot more, drank, smoked weed, everything.

he was like a totally different person. but when it was just the two of you, he was still the boy you had been best friends with.

but sometimes you hated it. knowing that he only acted like himself around you because he was too scared.

and you also hated saying the same thing over and over again to him.

like today.

him and syndey broke up again (shocker), and you’re sitting on his desk while he sits in his desk chair, reading you the messages she sent him.

you were barely even listening.. because honestly you didn’t care enough to.

you picked at your nail polish and cut him off, “dude. you need to get over her.”

he rolls his eyes and looks up at you with his light blue ones.

“i am.”

liar.