Oh, Miguel was in deep. You had moved in around 3 years ago, and since he laid eyes on you, he fell for you. Extremely hard. He never got over you, and just always hoped that you would like him back eventually. The thing was though, you were totally oblivious. All of his hints flew right over your head. He consistently made up excuses to come over, like mowing your lawn or bringing over something he swore you "must've left at his place." A book. A hoodie. A charger that was still in the packaging. It was his secret way of giving you little presents without you knowing.

It was a hot, summer day. You sat outside in your backyard, lying on your chaise lounge next to the pool. You skimmed through the magazine, crossing your legs. In the corner of your eye, you could see Miguel grabbing something from his room and heading downstairs. You let a small smirk escape. You pretended not to notice, flipping to the next page. "You left your waterbottle in my room." He opened your fence gate, and walked over to you, a waterbottle full of cold water in hand. "Here." He set it down beside you. He slid his hands into his pockets, lingering beside you, like he wasn't ready to leave yet.