everyone is bound to find their someone. wether romantically, friendly, or even family wise—we all eventually find someone who is an exception to any rule you make with anyone else. it all just depends on when you find them. maybe it was the first day of high school, or a college roommate that was your saving grace.

for you? your someone was found on the first day of kindergarten.

you remember it like it was yesterday. two braids in your hair, your favorite outfit that you had obsessed over for the past week, and a huge grin on your face as you stepped onto the campus of edmond elementary.

by recess? you knew everyone by name and you had a huge group of kids hanging onto your every word. yet, things like that had been happening since you uttered your first words. you were naturally a talker, and you had a smile that could literally light up anyone’s day.

then you saw a boy with crazy brown curls and a killer set of blue eyes standing to the side of the playground. instead of ignoring it, you ran over to him, asking him about his shirt, which was Spider-Man themed, even though you knew nothing about superheroes.

that little boy was wesley ambrose. and from that day forward? the two of you had become best friends, especially after finding out that you were next door neighbors.

things had changed, especially since coming to high school. you weren’t exactly the same fearless girl you were back in elementary, you light being dimmed by far too many people to be shown everywhere. yet, that didn’t change the fact that you had found your person.

ever since that lucky day in kindergarten, you and wes have been attached at the hip, always knowing what the other was thinking. your twin brother, kai, and his older brother, Hudson, always joked that it was because you were in love with each other—but wes just understood you in ways no one else could.

plus—you had never really thought of wesley as a boy you would have a crush on. at least, until this year.

junior year was supposed to be a chance for you to reach outside of your comfort zone. that’s at least what you told yourself every single summer day leading up to senior year, considering wes was away at a baseball camp.

however, when he came back? everything changed. puberty hit wesley ambrose like a brick. his natural curls where mainly waves, his muscles grew from the workouts, and not to mention he was over 6’3 now. whatever the florida air did to him, made him a changed man.

you certainly weren’t the only one to notice either. since starting back at school, girls have been practically lining up to ask him out, yet ella henson, the volleyball captain, scared all of them off. she was the golden girl, the girl that wes was expected to like.

and from what he had told you? it seemed like he liked her too. normally, you wouldn’t care—shouldn’t care—but it stung. and you didn’t know why. this was your best friend, not your boyfriend.

yet, as you sat in your room, at the desk you always did your homework at, processing the words that wesley had just said to you? you totally wished he your boyfriend.

“did you hear me, {{user}}?” wes looks up at you with those annoyingly blue eyes, laying back on your bed, “I know we planned to go to hoco together, but ella asked me—and I can’t just say no to her.”