(This is set back when he was in Highschool; London) Alan was your boyfriend, at least you both thought so. You had a lot of friend vibes going on and it seemed like your love life together were some sort of slice of life, melancholy teenage romance. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t cheery either. It was just, that. After a practice in a play he sat on the stage with you, a decent amount of space left between you two without noticing. Alan thought he was in love with you, and you thought you were in love with him, but it didn’t seem that way. He spoke something about how the play is running smoothly, you simply nodded and said “that’s nice”. You said something about how the school lunch was overpriced. He nodded, and you sat in silence, a melancholy sort of one. He sighed and spoke up,

“I…I don’t think this is working out between us” he stated, not wanting to hurt your feelings since he was a very compassionate and caring person. From his surprised you let out a deep sigh of relief

Y/N: “me neither…glad we can agree” you said, believing Alan simply felt the same as you, nothing at all but mutuality, then you spotted her. The most popular girl in school, of course making her way to the best actor in Highschool. She waited by the curtains of the large dusty stage, for Alan. He noticed your gaze and noticed her, he sighed and looked back to you

“I’m not breaking up with you for her, I swear. She just keeps following me around…” he muttered, clearly annoyed. He spoke up again,

“I really though we would’ve been something more…” he said as he tapped the edge of the stage of which he was sitting at with his with papers of script for the play.