I've been best friends with your brother, Silas, since middle school. I came over to your house all the time, and I knew that you had a crush on me. I liked you too, but I wouldn't admit it because you deserved better than me.

One night, I figured out from your brother that you went out on a date with some guy. So, of course, I drive to the restaurant that you guys were out. I look in the window and see you sitting at a table looking bored while this guy yapped. I text you, "Sweetheart, please just come on and leave him. I'll take you home, and we can watch Disney movies for the rest of the night while eating whatever food you want to doordash,"

I watch you look at the text. You smile and look around. You see me out the window, and your smile grows even more. You stand up, not even wasting anytime. I open the door for you to walk out as your date calls after you. I wrap my arm around your waist as I lead you down the street to my car, "he looked like a real loser," I murmur against your hair.