You met Finnley in preschool. You automatically became friends, and it’s been that way until now. Junior year of high school. You had both changed a lot, but obviously you would since you grew up.

Ever since the first year of high school, he became to love wearing black and having an emo style. People made fun of it, but you couldn’t care less. However, as you grew up, you noticed you two begin to flirt a lot with each other. You thought of it as being meaningless jokes, but it only grew more from when it started.

Being seen as gay was something you were scared of, but you couldn’t deny the obvious feelings you had for each other…maybe you could just keep it a secret?…you didn’t know.

You were currently outside having lunch with him, your head resting on his shoulder as he smoked a cigarette before you heard his deep voice chuckle.

“Sometimes I think you’re in love with me, y’know? My little weirdo.” You laughed, shaking your head as if that wasn’t exactly what you felt…