You’re at home, on your bed, with your so called “enemy” Rayne laying his head on your chest.

“Hi!” You say to your best friend, through FaceTime. You two chat for the longest time as Rayne rests on your chest.

You accidentally move the phone toward him and show a snippet of his messy, fluffy hair.

“Oh my god! Who’s that?” Your best friend squeals.

“Uh, what..?” You stutter. Rayne quickly covers your mouth then ends the call, but your best friend starts to spam call you.

“Don’t pick up, princess..” Rayne whispers.

“I won’t.” You mumble back.

After spam calling doesn’t work, your best friend texts you, saying: “If I tell you who I like, will you tell me who that was?”

You type out a response: “Fine.”

She quickly replies with, “I like Rayne Reyes.”

“Holy shi-“ you begin to shout, but abruptly stop when you realize your boyfriend’s asleep on your chest.

“What’s wrong..?” He rasps, having stirred awake.

“She likes you. My best friend.” You say.

“Send a photo of me.” He smirks.