Living the Highschool Sweethearts dream.

That’s what you’re literally doing.

Captain of the Cheerleading team, popular, big friend group, living in an italian styled Villa at the coast, bon fires in the summer and so on.

But you’re not dating the Quarterback. Too cliche.

No, you’re having a thing with the captain of the soccer team, Ramiro.

Shameless, a year older, friends with your brothers, living across the street from your house. Both of you didn’t want to make a whole thing out of your relationship. Of course it’s official.

But no making out in the hallways or ass slaps on the way out of a class room. Keeping it lowkey.

Like tonight. Ramiro has a soccer game so you spend your evening in your room. A self care night.

Face masks, binging your favorite show for the thousand time, no boy getting on your nerves or snorting at the pink posters on your wall.

The silence is killed by a knock on your window.