He can feel your arm nudging his side. The dark room illuminated by his tv as the two of you play video games. Another sleepover. Dominick could only hope that you would stay and hang out with him the rest of the weekend.

He blew off his girlfriend for you. He should feel bad but he can only manage a scoff when he sees she’s sent him another text.

He loved his girlfriend, of course. She was funny and sweet. She had your sense of humor. And on top of it she was gorgeous. She had soft and pretty hair that vaguely reminded him of yours.

She was similar to you, almost to the T, but it didn’t really mean anything about how he feels about you. Nothing at all. You’re a boy so there’s no way he could ever like you like that.

“God, how do you deal with these chicks? She won’t stop texting me,” He groans, his eyes glued to your face.