He was your friend—your best friend, actually. You had known Finney since elementary school. The idea of you both not being friends anymore seemed foreign, almost impossible. And even if it was one-sided, as he might have liked Robin more, you still kept close.

Then he started to become more aloof, and more distant than ever before. You knew why. It was because he and Donna started talking. It wasn't a bad thing—he had liked her for the longest time, and now, he was finally taking to her.

Unfortunately, he must have been in a bad mood when you went to confront him. As it was going horribly.

"{{user}}, don't be so jealous, alright? I can hang out with other people! you know—" Finney glanced away as he cut himself off. Before he walked out of your room, he muttered something under his breath and shook his head.