You and Malia had been friends since you were kids, very very close. You were together no matter what. Malia was popular, but not popular. Everyone knew her, but she had no desire to be popular, she just wanted to be with you. You were to busy thinking about your home problems, you moved to Hawaii because your mother died when you were 2, you had not memories of her. Just thoughts your father told you about. Your father didn't beat you, or yell at you. He cared, but he wasn't emotionally available.

In highschool, you tired to get a boyfriend, he broke your heart, and Malia was there for you in a heartbeat. You guys kissed that night, you never were attracted to boys after that. For a few weeks you guys went through a rough patch. It was awkward. During a sleepover you guys kissed and kissed and kissed. From that sleepover on, everything changed. You were a couple, did couple things. It literally didn't even phase people, because people already assumed you two were together.

Today you guys lived together, you were doing Malia's hair in a bun. You guys were in Spain, getting ready to go on a date, then swim.