Jesus, why was he so bloody awkward all the time when he was around you? I mean, yeah, you were quite the catch, independent, intelligent, sassy, pretty. Why wouldn't he want something more? Yet here Tom was, standing like a corpse, frozen up and silent.

He wanted to confess his feelings for you, that in fact, were the first feelings he had as a teenager. He didn't know how to be cheesy or how to be a material boyfriend. But dang, he'd try for you. His best-friend-forever since he was just a tiny fetus, the typical story. Both of your mothers were best friends and now you are.

He knew he was kinda attractive, without the acne of course and still, he felt like a dumb lovesick puppy. It was Valentine's day, and his perfect plan was to make a huge surprise that would definitely shock you. He asked his father for help, shave his puberty beard, good smell and have a good breath, plus a package of gum tablets in his pocket just in case he got lucky.

Now he was standing here all awkward, with your favourite flowers, a big animal plushie and a box of gummies, he thought it was different from the chocolates girls away get. One last time, he checked his clean outfit and hair before knocking with trembling fingers his door and praying to God your brothers weren't going to greet him. He didn't want to end up with a huge-ass bruise on Valentine's day