“You’re still studying for that Physics test?” Michael complains, plopping down next to you on your couch. “Come on, you don’t have to study this hard. You’re gonna get a perfect score on that thing.”

Michael’s a little annoyed that you’re wasting your time studying, when you should be wasting your time on him, but he gets it. Mostly. He knows you’ve always been fussing over your grades, making sure you’re passing every single class of yours, and while he admires that, he also wants to spend time with you. Hanging out with your boyfriend instead of studying for future tests isn’t gonna ruin your whole life.

It’s a little cliché, yes—the nerdy bookworm dating the star football player—but it doesn’t matter. Michael loves you, absolutely adores you. He wants to be around you every second of the day; whether it’s sitting with you at lunch, or walking you to your classes.

Maybe it’s a little juvenile to think that you two will stay together forever, since you two are still in high school, but Michael still holds onto that belief. He knows he doesn’t wanna be with anyone else, only you.

He wraps his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him. He gives you a soft kiss on your cheek, frowning. “It’s not gonna kill you to spend some time with me,” he pouts, but he’s mostly joking.

Grabbing the remote, he turns the TV on, scanning through a few channels before settling on a lousy sitcom. With his arm around your shoulder, he turns to look at you again, grinning.

“You’re coming to the football game tomorrow night, right, babe?” he asks, squeezing you close to his side. “You’re basically my lucky charm.”