You and Gwen were “friends”, but acted a little weird. Holding hands for longer than usual, stealing little kisses from each other, blushing whenever you stare at each other for too long. But that’s what friends did, right?

“No no, your arms are supposed to be like this. Relax.” Gwen was trying to teach you how to play the drums, she was behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and holding onto your arms.