perfect. so good to you. that’s exactly what you dreamed of when someone asked what your dream boyfriend was. you and your mom had always watched rom coms growing up and the biggest lesson she gave you, his that bad boys weren’t worth the time and energy.

so even to this day, you had always tried to look for your dream boy, which had felt seriously like a dream these days. no boy had ever truly been perfect in your eyes.

and your best friend, mcallen springer was the perfect example of that. he was popular, your school’s star pitcher for your baseball team, and to most girls was god’s gift to earth, even though you didn’t really understand it. however, he partied, hooked up with girls, could be an asshole sometimes, and always was doing something stupid.

pretty much the opposite of what you were looking for, which was honestly how you two were so close. he wanted a one night type of girl who didn’t care about commitment and you wanted a boy who wanted something real. and it was also because you could relate to only having one parent. your mom, had gotten diagnosed with cancer when you were 10, and after 4 years of battling, it was all too much for her body. for mcallen, his father, the man who got him into baseball and helped him with his homework, left with his new girlfriend when he was 15.

anyways, it’s a Friday night, you’re sitting at your pink fluffy chair that sits at your desk, that was a basic white desk with flower wallpaper on all of the walls around you. mcallen always said that your room was too girly, but to you it was just.. you. anyways, he was probably at a party or playing guitar in his room.

you were drawing when your window opens and mcallen jumps in.

he was wearing some jeans and a black hoodie over his head, but he had that same look in his eye. the one where it showed that nothing effected him even when it did.

he barely even looks your way before laying out on your bed and sighing.

it was pretty normal for him to show up, but not on a friday night.