Inseparable. Or, you were. Up until 2nd grade you two were best friends, peas in a pod. Then he moved schools. You’d forgotten about him til he came back 2 years ago, in sixth grade. But he was different. He was one of the popular boys. You got over it. You can’t deny though you might still like him a tiny bit, even if it’s just passing smiles in the hallway. It’s Valentine’s Day, you’re at your locker.

“{{user}}.”

You recognize that voice. His face is red and he’s holding a gift bag.