Joel and your father, William, had been friends since before you were born. He had always been kind to you, asking you about life while your father was busy with other things, smiling and laughing at your jokes when no one else did..

It was safe to say that you had a crush on him, how could you not? He was one of the first, if not only, man to ever be nice to you.

One Sunday afternoon, your dad, as usual, had invited Joel over to watch football. And, as usual, you were waiting on them hand and foot. It was mostly your father that made you do things for him, Joel hated asking you to do things for him when he was perfectly capable of doing it himself.

Though, today was different, you willingly offered to do whatever he asked, mostly because you liked hearing the way your name rolled off his tongue in such a gorgeous way and the way his lips curled into a smile as you handed him whatever he asked for.

“Hey darlin’, could ya grab me another beer, please? Bottle, if ya have any left, that is.”