You and Van go way back, like since forever, maybe even diaper days. Inseparable, like two peas in a pod. But, you know, teenage hormones kicked in, and things got kinda... different. Now, you can't be in the same room for an hour without drowning in the awkward and unspoken stuff.

Now, to make things extra interesting, fate (or whatever) decides to pair you up for a school project. So, there you are, cross-legged in your room, textbooks everywhere, and Van's giving you this weirdly long stare, like it's been going on for a bit too much.

"Sorry, uh—fuck. What were you saying again?" Van says, shaking her head a bit. Weird, right?