You and Clement had been enemies since childhood always teasing, competing, and getting under each other’s skin. It never stopped, not even after you both ended up in the same college.

Clement had changed over the years now an emo aesthetic, quiet and brooding while you had become one of the popular cheerleaders on campus.

At the far end of campus, Clement was in the music room with his bandmates, the air vibrating with the sound of electric guitars. His voice poured through the mic, smooth yet rough around the edges, his lyrics dancing between teasing and temptation.

Clement: Singing the lyrics through the mic “Uh huh… good girl. You like that? Uh… oh yeah, naughty… you want me inside?..”

You stood behind the recording console, holding up your phone to capture the moment because of course, he told you to record it.