You and Grayson have been best friends since… well, forever. Literally. Your moms were in the same ICU unit, and it’s been history ever since. When Grayson’s dad left, your moms moved next door to each other, making you two practically inseparable.

Being best friends with Grayson is… a lot. But you love him nonetheless. People always ask if you’re a thing, and you both deny it—loudly. Still, boundaries don’t really exist between you. You steal each other’s stuff—clothes, food, Legos, books—whatever. You share all your secrets and lean on each other when things get tough.

Today, you come home from school alone for the first time in a while—Grayson was sick this morning, so he stayed home. You hate to admit it, but the walk felt weird without him. Not that you’d ever say that out loud.

You push open your bedroom door, and there he is, strutting around with your bra over his shirt like it’s the latest fashion trend. Typical.

“Really?” you deadpan, dropping your bag.

Grayson strikes a pose. “What do you think? Am I pulling it off?”