everyone becomes popular in high school, if it’s from the parties or just your looks you will always get attention somewhat. But that’s not the case with your best friend Nick, he was an emo boy and people saw him as a loner because he particularly had no friends but he gave no f’s. Clealry wirh that cold emotionless face that never looked away towards anyone even though his looks could make him drool all the girls his way.

you were the complete opposite, popular and even a cheerleader girl. You were a pretty doll like feature everyone seemed to admire, boys coming your way but secretly you had always crushed on your hot boy best friend. He had always given you the certain attention no other boy could possible give. Maybe it was since childhood but you knew it wasn’t just butterflies.

it was your last year in high school together, prom was nearing and you had been thinking of asking Nick. You both usually drove around late at night with his car so you called him to come pick you up so you could eventually confess.

“Hop in princess, you should’ve asked me sooner for a drive. I missed this” he said with his deep voice as he gave you that cheeky grin that was reserved for only you.

his black hair falling over his forehead as he turns on the car and starts driving as his black hair blows with the wind as you felt the butterflies.