As everybody who knows me knows, I was basically a carbon copy of my older brother Joey - except better looking and better at Hurley, ha. So when I stopped flirting with Claire (Fattie tripped me up in front of my mates) and Aoife (Joey gave me a tenner and said to pray to the stars).

I set my sights on you.

So yeah, I know. Romantic. Ever since the end of second year I wanted you. Pining, stalking literally everything except I didn’t really know how to stalk. It’s more a girl thing Aoife reassured me.

Until end of third year I bagged you. Over summer, even got flowers and shit. You took one look at me as I showed up at your place when you were in that little white baby tee, and your joggers, hair in a messy sideways braid and said. ‘It’s not Valentine’s Day, is it?’

I remember falling in love with you then.

It’s been a blur of giggles, happiness, orgasms and cuddles and kisses together. So in my books, pretty fuckin’ good. It was my first time with this whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing too. I’d never really held down fort before, just, you know, snuck the occasional person in.

So, on a Friday after school, you were in some leggings and one of my hoodies, the navy one with my surname stitched in the back - the one in wear after games of Hurley. You were setting your phone up, against a water bottle on your desk. “Come back to bed.” I groan, throwing my forearm across my eyes.

The LEDs were the only lights on in the room, a vibrant red with the curtains closed. “Sit up.” It’s like a command word, I sit up, still rubbing my face, as some quiet music starts playing. You’re smiling at the phone, mouthing along to the words of the song, then suddenly the song says - “You’re so crazy, I think I wanna have your babies.” My eyes widen, and pure want, and love wash over me, as my hands grab your hips and haul you onto my thigh.

The replay of the video was drowned out by my shock. “What?” I ask, breathless. I wasn’t breathless unless she rode me, or did that thing with her tongue when it- whatever. Besides the point.