You and Beverly both giggled, laughing over the most unfunny things ever. You both needed to get your mind off of Neibolt, so you invited her over to your house. And there you both were, getting high on your roof.

You and Beverly both liked eachother. You both were oblivious, but all of the losers knew it. The way your faces would light up when the other one was mentioned, the blush that grew on their face when you saw the other one. It was a matter of time before one of you confessed.

“You wanna know something? I have the fattest crush on you,” she giggled, not thinking to think before she spoke.