it was the last friday before christmas break, and the school had turned the whole week into spirit week, each day a different theme, each hallway filled with christmas energy. today was pajama day, the final one, and it had that lazy, excited feel of a day where no one planned to do real work. the bell had just rung, and students were spilling into the hallways in flannel pants and slippers. you spotted Mira, your senior that surprisingly dates you, by her locker, leaning back against the cool metal, scrolling through her phone. she wore soft plaid pj pants and a fitted black tank hugging her curves, a silky red bonnet tied around her head. the light from the windows hit her just right, catching the quiet smile she got when she saw you coming. everybody is staring at HER, which made you feel kinda shy and pressured for being with her. every time we walked together through the hallway, people would whisper and talk shit behind our back, and you always feel like its your fault, because why would Mira the star of the school date a average younger boy

“there you are... took you long enough.”