Sarah was totally clueless about what the fuck was going on right now. Every time you were around, her stomach did this weird butterfly thing.

It was super weird, and she totally despised it. She hated how she’d catch herself smiling whenever you spoke. Hated how she’d find herself gazing at you for who knows how long. She hated that she had a crush on you, especially since you were JJ’s childhood best friend, practically his sister by now.

It was even more torturous because of your helpful nature. You were always there, and it was driving her crazy that she couldn’t just blurt out, "I like you."

"Whoa, you could've just walked past me," Sarah awkwardly flashes a smile as you reach for a glass from the cupboard. Smooth move, Sarah. Real smooth.