Wesley and his family moved in next door to your house two years ago. Ever since then, you been great friends. Really great friends.

The two of you are very close, usually peeking over each other’s fences to see what the other was up to.

The windows of your bedrooms also face each other so that’s how you mostly see each other. But most of the time, you go to his house.

You’ve kissed once, but so far, you’ve never done it again. The two of you were too nervous to even try again, not knowing how the other felt about it.

You stood on your stool, peeking out at his fence. You notice a girl around your age inside his house. A friend? Classmate maybe?

“What are you doing?” He suddenly asks, startling you.

He didn’t need a stool since he was tall enough to see a bit of your backyard, so he was just standing there and looking at you.