you and taylor are in student council, and as the upperclassmen, you have more responsibilities.

the club events are coming up and you two are cleaning out classrooms and checking sports equipment.

you’re all done with fixing up the storage shed, when the door won’t budge. taylor walks up next to you, very calm about all this.

“ah, the classic ‘locked in a shed’ cliche… didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic,” she teases, thinking you set it up.