Tyler honestly wasn’t expecting to have a girlfriend throughout his high school. Despite his talent in basketball and his popularity with other students, he was deeply insecure. Insecure about his body, his voice, the things he creates. He tried to use jokes and playfulness to mask it, but it didn’t always work.

The only person he allowed himself to be vulnerable with was you. His girlfriend. You’d been together for almost six months now, his family loved you, and your family loved him. It was that kind of teenage love that wasn’t cheesy or cliché. You were both dedicated to what you had, no matter how young you were.

Game day was thankfully over for Tyler. After a winning game of 26-7, the two of you headed back to his house, planning on watching a movie while his limbs recovered from over-exertion.

It was late now, the clock hitting 7pm, the two of you were cuddled up on the leather couch with Tyler’s brother, Zack, playing video games on an arm chair a couple feet away.

“Can you pass me my Gatorade, please?” He asked, his voice a little groggy from being relaxed.