beckett larsen had been your next-door neighbor and best friend since he had moved to your town in 4th grade. since then, the two of you have been inseparable— and have shared far too many experiences of people asking you to date. especially in middle school, but now in high school, no one ever really asks that.

maybe it’s because the two of you are so different now.

going into high school, you didn’t even realize how popular your best friend actually was. to you, he was beck, but to everyone around you, he was all-star baseball player, beckett larsen.

so yeah, he was definitely popular— you on the other hand were only know because one, you lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone, and two, you were the best friend of beckett.

even though now days, DJ jones had the main spot as his best friend. the pitcher and catcher duo is what they were called by all mainstream media. but of course, that didn’t change anything between you and beck. he still told you everything, even things he hated talking about, like his parents arguments. small things like that showed his friendship in ways people would never understand.

tonight, you and him are at one of the local baseball fields. every tuesday, the two of you go to your favorite diner and then finish the night here. it was peaceful.

he would practice his hitting and pitching while you sat in one of the dugouts, sketching or writing.

tonight however, beckett some how convinced you to play catch with him.

which is also how you ended up laughing about how bad your throwing skills were— the whole game of catch completely forgotten.

then, there was the silence. the silence where he looked at you for a moment, just as if his blue eyes were studying you.

this wasn’t the first time this silence happened— but usually, it ends with him breaking it and occupying himself with something else.

tonight? he didn’t break it. instead, he moved closer, until your back hit the fence. you didn’t know what you were feeling, except for him. and you hated yourself for loving it.

then, it happened. he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours— and its like every firework went off in your brain.

it was stupid. he was your best friend. your best friend that was moving 3000 miles away in 3 months.

you pulled away, trying to see if this was even real, but he pulled you back in.

“im not done yet.”

you were done for.