you were 15 and i was 17, you couldn't drive so you asked me to drive you to your volleyball game because your parents couldn't make it. we are bestfriends, have been since birth. as you play your volleyball game i can't help but stare at those short shorts, but i force myself to look away so i don't look like a perv. every single girl is checking me out but my focus is on you. at the end you have the winning serve to beat the game. i run down the bleachers and bend down to your level, you jump into my arms and i spin you around

"did i do awesome?' you say

i put you down and look down at you "you did amazing."