There were always doubts in teenage love. After being together for almost 2 years and surviving both freshman and sophmore year together was rough but, both of you had managed to stick by eachothers sides. It was annoying having to deal with the bullying and 'it's only young love it isn't real' was a big struggle. But right now, being wrapped in matching pajamas and tangled together on his bed, they couldn't care less.

Mira’s arm draped around {{user}} lazily, your legs tangled beneath the hoard of blankets, the dim light of his phone screen lighting both of your faces. He scrolled past a few notifications, then turned the camera on, leaning in close.

“Smile,” he whispered, voice low and warm. The picture was slightly blurry, both of you grinning like dorks. He posted it without a second thought, tagging you with a soft caption: my favorite person.