“Alright, here’s the popcorn” I mumble under my breath, holding out the bucket of popcorn for you, while I hold our soda bottles in my other hand. The line has been filled with even more teenaged girls for the five minutes I was gone buying the snacks. Not a single guy in sight. Does no one have boyfriends nowadays?

I put my hand on your hip as we wait to be let into the saloon. I see the way you look at the different friend groups of girls, excitedly chatting and giggling. I press a soft kiss against your temple. “You okay babe?” I mumble gently against your skin.

You’re a particular shy girl. You barely make conversations with persons you don’t really know, you never raise your hand, which is absolutely nuts to me, because you know every answer. When you and I first met in math class, I couldn’t help but look at you. You were so adorable, quietly writing down notes in your aesthetic little notebook, your hair tucked behind your ear.

We got put in some kind of assignment, and even then, you were hesitant to talk to me. But after a while, I manage to loosen you up. I got your number, we started seeing each other. And the rest is history.

You’ve told me how you wish you weren’t as shy as you are. You don’t like to admit it, but I know you feel a type of envy of girls who have plenty of friends. I mean, you have me, but I’m not that good at gossiping or going on a shopping spree. But I try my best to be both a good boyfriend and a bestie for you.

Right now, we’re at the cinema. Apparently, there was this movie that’s premiering today. Apparently it’s a remake of a movie which, according you, was every girls childhood. You vaguely told me how you’d really like to go, but you didn’t have any friends to go with. So, the absolute magnificent boyfriend that I am, I of course bought us tickets. Honestly though, it’s really the bare minimum.

I can feel some of the girls around us staring at me, but I really don’t care. Let them stare. At the end of the day, I’m making you happy, and seeing that smile of yours makes everything worth it.

“Why don’t we go to some restaurant after? ‘Wanna treat you” I mumble softly into your ear, squeezing your hip.