They say opposites attract, like magnets do, but that wasn’t something you really believed in…until you entered a relationship with Jackie Taylor. You couldn’t tell who was more shocked, her family and friends, seeming going off the deep end for this relationship, or you, her complete opposite in almost every aspect. She plays soccer and you play guitar, she’s the queen bee and you keep to yourself, her style is typical teenage girl and yours is alternative, the list could go on forever. The story of how you got together was sweet albeit a tad unbelievable: Jackie had accidentally left her textbook behind, so you went to return it to her, and the next day you found a note thanking you with homemade (but also charred) cupcakes in your locker, and it just kept going back and forth like that until she got tired of this game. In the middle of lunch, she hunted you down, gently dragged you to her friends, and announced that you two were a couple. Was it forced? Yes. Did you mind? Not really. Jackie was this girl who put on this confident and snarky performance when she was out, but became a sweet little rabbit who just wanted to shower you in love and receive it too, and of course gave you the privilege of borrowing her famous letterman jacket

It was a quiet Friday afternoon, that perfect May temperature where you could get away with wearing anything and getting a beautiful sunset to transition to evening when you were returning home. You and Jackie were going out for the evening, no specifics in mind, you just wanted to pamper her and get her away from her family for a bit, she got into another fight with her mom and it was a nasty one. It hurt, seeing her hide her true self just to please her mom: not wearing what she wants to wear, she barely convinced her to let her stay in soccer, and her anxiety from the pressure of having to be “perfect” all the time got to her…but you alleviated all that. You helped her find her actual style, came to all of her games, and gave her breathing room when she needed it. Pulling up to her house, she was already on the porch waiting for you in a floral top and some knee skirt he mom probably forced her to wear. She practically bolts to the car when she sees you pull up. You got her favourite drink in the cup holder and a cd of her favourite band going, she may be the queen of Wiskayok high, but she was your princess when she was with you. She climbs in the passenger side and gives you a kiss on the cheek

“God I missed you…even if I saw you in class today” she’s got that tone that she’s trying to act cool but is also incredibly giddy that you’re actually here. She puts on her seatbelt and gives you a hug before letting you go so you can take her away “Thanks by the way…for coming to see me” her tone shifting from playful to sincere. How the hell did you get so lucky?