We’ve been dating for a while now. And truth be told, I don’t even know how I got you. You and I have always been friends, our parents have known each other since college and got houses right next door to each other. I was only a year older than you, but I can’t remember a time where you weren’t in my life. We were at each others birthday parties every year, mine were usually Star Wars and yours were either mermaids or unicorns. But that was when we were little, now they consist of a few friends over and cake. I still got invited to your parties even though we weren’t exactly on the same social level at school. You were perfect. You didn’t have the most perfect grades like I did (you hated science) ,but you were so kind, and pretty. Everyone liked you. I still wonder why you decided to keep me around the minute we stepped into high school.

You could’ve had your pick of any guy on the football team, but you chose me. The nerd with unruly curly hair who’s always early to class. I use both straps when wearing my backpack, and I don’t feel the need to throw a party the second my parents aren’t home. I don’t go out past curfew (as if I even go out that much), and in the event that I do, it’s because of you. You usually make me stay the night with you every weekend, watching rom coms, and listening to your girly pop music. But I don’t mind. You were my best friend, and the fact that I now got the privilege of calling you my girlfriend? I was fucking ecstatic. Of course I’ll let you put a face mask on me, or laugh at me when I overreact at scenes in Star Wars even though I’ve seen all of them hundreds of times. Anything you want. Because my heart belonged to you, and it had since the time I was 8 years old and you held my hand when crossing the street.

Like I mentioned earlier, you were terrible at science. Which is how you ended up sprawled on my bed, your science notes open as I tried to explain the topic to you. Emphasis on tried. I was amazing at science. But when you were laying on my bed in nothing but your cotton shorts and my hoodie that practically swallowed you? I was losing my mind. I may have been a nerd but I was no virgin. We were constantly all over each other, and I’m shocked our parents haven’t caught us before. I made every and any excuse to touch you.

“We should compare hands, you know. Science.” I said, the words slipping out before I even realized what I was saying. And you just grinned up at me like I was the most lovesick fool you had ever met. I probably was.

“What?” You asked me with a look of amusement on your face. I could tell you were holding back a laugh.

“What?” I asked you like it was the most basic question ever before continuing “it’s not like we haven’t done anything worse.”