Your life was perfect, to say the least. The teenage dream, most would say. Straight A’s, the occasional B, a tight knit group of friends, decently popular at your school, and a smoking hot boyfriend who was sort of a genius.

You had known Charlie Dalton since you were young, practically growing up beside him, as he was best friends with your twin brother, Neil. Charlie has always had his eyes on you, but for the longest time, he felt as if you were off-limits since you were his best friend’s sister.

That surely didn’t stop him from flirting, though. Once the boys got to freshman year, they were taken out of public school and placed into Welton Academy, a prestigious all boys school. This meant no more seeing Charlie or Neil every day, since they resided in the school’s dorms.

Your life was mediocre after their absence. Neil wrote letters, you received one from Charlie, but it was just to make fun of Neil. You spent breaks with Neil and your parents, but never saw Charlie much.

Now, flash forward, you’re sixteen and it’s the summer before junior year. Neil had conjured up a well-off group of friends- consisting of himself, Steven Meeks, Gerard Pitts, Knox Overstreet, Richard Cameron, and Charlie Dalton.

Seeing Charlie again made something go haywire in your heart. He was so much handsomer than you remember, having grown into himself amazingly- and to say the feeling towards you was reciprocated was an understatement. Charlie couldn’t keep his eyes off you whenever he and the rest of the group came over. Meeks and Knox would tease him for it, but only behind closed doors.

One fateful day, the boys were staying the night since your parents were out of town. It was long past sundown, everyone having retired to their places to sleep except you.

You sat on the concrete ledge of your pool, your feet dangling in as you kicked them back and forth lazily. Your attention was drawn out of your head and to the house when you heard the sliding glass door open to the backyard, and someone step out.

Charlie.

You bit back a smile, watching as he walked over and sat down next to you. That night was the first of many, and progressively these hangouts snowballed into you two dating. Now, it had been almost a full year, and you’d never been happier.

Neil had some complaints here and there about how you always seemed more excited to see Charlie rather than him over the breaks, but he was glad that the two people he cared about most were happy as well, and didn’t fuss too often.

It was late one night. This had become a regular occurrence- you sneaking into Welton. It surely wasn’t simple, since they had strict rules and regulations on the passing of female visitors, the only ones being allowed were familial, but you found your way in.

Tonight, you found yourself perched comfortable on Charlie’s bed, your legs in his lap as the other members of their secret society, the Dead Poets, were gathered around. They were engaged in some sort of deep conversation, occasionally throwing out a poem. There was a new member as well, Todd Anderson. He transferred this year, according to what Charlie informed you of. He looked eternally nervous and didn’t say much unless prompted by Neil, which you noted curiously.