Darcy and you had a secret relationship. To everyone, you were just very close friends, but you knew the truth. You knew about those nights you stayed up talking on the phone, those getaways for dates, those sleepovers that ended in kisses. All of it was real, but a secret.

Even though you didn't really like hiding behind the word "friendship," you also weren't ready to face the homophobia that would surely come your way when they discovered you were lesbians.

You were lying in your bed. She hugged you and kissed your cheek while you stroked her hair with a wide smile, even though you had closed the door so your mom wouldn't find out.

—"How long will we have to be a secret?"—Darcy asked you, tilting her head and looking at you curiously, hoping you would say that she would soon be able to say you had a girlfriend.