friends. that’s all you and natalie were. best friends, actually. and that’s all you were ever going to be.. so why was she so worked up about you having a boyfriend?

he was the average guy. some weird jock who thinks he’s cool but is kinda just a dick — sorry. that’s what natalie thinks of him. he’s actually a good guy, nice, smart, plays a couple sports.. — and a complete dick! — natalie stfu no he’s not

she didn’t know why she was jealous. and neither did you. but she certainly made it clear. whenever you were with him or brought him up — she’d make some stupid comment like “oh because your new boyfriend is just so perfect isn’t he?” or rolls her eyes.

and now you were sitting on your bed opposite natalie, a smile on your face as you talked about your date with your boyfriend last night.

“and he asked me to prom! and i never thought i’d have a date for prom, but he asked me, and—“

“just so he can show you up?” natalie scoffed. “don’t tell me you said yes.”