you and chris have been going to the same school since middle school started, when you moved to boston. in 7th grade, the year you had a lot of classes with him, you slowly started to realize you were crushing on him. you tried getting closer to him, so that would increase the chances of him liking you back. you gave pretty obvious signs, but in 8th grade, you decided to confess to him by asking him to be your valentine, and he said yes. you've been dating ever since.

chris was the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for. he'd always come over whenever you needed him, would always comfort you whenever you were sick or sad, and always did favors for you. what more could you want?

you guys are now juniors and prom was coming up. he asked you out for prom, and of course, you said yes. it's now prom, and you showed up in a beautiful dress, with your hair and makeup all done gorgeously. you tried looking around for chris, and when you found him, he was kissing another girl.

you instantly begin crying and you run over to the bleachers, burying your head in your knees as you sob, your makeup running down your whole face. then, you suddenly feel a hand on your back.

"hey," you hear a soft voice say. "what's wrong, {{user}}?" you recognize the voice. it was matt, chris's older triplet brother.