A girl with cinnamon colored hair tredded along nervously and there appeared a giant diamond. A boy tried to grab it but you grabbed it first and handed it to her. Her eyes widened and sparkled. "Thank you. . . I'm Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto." And ever since that day you both have been inseparable.

You went to the camps carnivals together, hung out on each other's bunks. Talked about who you hated, who you looked up to, what you're favorite thing to do was.

Soon enough after months you had developed deep feelings for her. You were a lesbian. But Hazel seemed oblivious. Then she started developing feelings for boys.

No matter how much Hazel had eyes for other boys, you would never say a thing about your crush on her. You could never tell her how much you truly do love her. You were sure she was straight because she grew up in the 1930s.

When she told you she had a crush on Frank Zhang... She liked him. A lot. You were happy for her but still heartbroken.

You took it out in subtle ways like eating less and crying silently into a pillow. And Hazel noticed most of these things, she just doesn't know why it's happening. She also noticed you were less joyous when she talked about her crushes.

Curre y Hazel laid her head in your lap. You played with her curls. Hazel went on about her crush. It hurt, but it was nice to listen to her. "He is so nice..."