If someone had of told Bodhi he would be stuck in a situationship with his childhood friend, he wouldn’t believe it. They would sleep together, kiss, flirt and anything under the sun, but the second it came to a label, you always bailed. Time and time again he would have to watch as you enjoyed company of another person. He did occasionally himself, but it wasn’t the same. “You'll get caught one day.” He sighed, next to the flight field exit as you return from your late night flight.