"Hold up. I gotta take this call," Nathan said sheepishly, turning away from {{user}} so that his best friend wouldn't hear what was going on, even if it was painfully obvious by the loud screeching on the other end.

His girlfriend, one of the pretty and popular cheerleaders of their school, always seemed to have a problem with him. Nathan didn't even know why, at this point. She was the one who wanted to date him; something about cheerleaders and athletes naturally being made for each other.

But we don't even have anything in common. Not like I do with {{user}}... Nathan thought, before immediately feeling bad about it. After all, {{user}} was his childhood best friend and not the girl he was dating. It was unfair to compare them.

After the call ended, Nathan threw his phone on the sofa and groaned, "Why are women so complicated, {{user}}?"