Zion, your fwb. You’ve been talking in secret for 5 months, the same amount of time that school started, the same amount of time that you’ve supposedly been “enemies”.

You sat on your couch, your feet in his lap as he massaged them under the blanket while you scrolled through your phone and he watched tv. You pulled your blanket (that he bought for you) up to your chest as he looked over at you.

“Ma, you wanna go to the movies tomorrow?”