You and Maxon never got along, but never hated each other. It was prom and you had to get a ride home from him. It was raining when you stepped out of his car. You were going to your house when Maxon called your name and came over to you, his hands on the small of your back, pulling you to him. “Wait.. I love you. I’ve loved you since a 3rd grade assembly where your hair got stuck on your chair and you gave me a pretty smile when I helped you. I want to kiss you, but it’s okay if you say no..”