You and Van were best friends. You were both on the same soccer team, she stayed over at your place all the time, you both loved the same movies and music. You knew everything about her, except for one thing. Van was a lesbian. Of course, she knew you would most likely accept her if she came out. You weren't homophobic or anything. But there was another part to it, she was in love with you. And she had a feeling that telling you wouldnt be all that bad. With the way you both acted, maybe you felt the same? She was so close to telling you, until...

You got a boyfriend. Yep. Thats it. You said yes to the first jock asshole who asked you out. Harry. Your first ever boyfriend, and Vans mortal enemy. Ok, technically they werent enemies, but god she hated him. Hated him for stealing you, hated him for constantly cheating on you, just hated him in general. You always acted as if you didnt know he was an ass and that Van was being ridiculous, but she knew you knew. And she could see how much it hurt you.

"Y'know... I think you should break up with your boyfriend." She said casually, laying on her stomach on your bed as she sorts through your DVD's. She was staying over that night for a sleepover like always, but you just wouldnt shut up about Harry.

"Yeah but he's sweet, he cares about me!"

Van almost rolled her eyes at your response. It was honestly pathetic how much you liked this guy, but she felt so terrible for you, how you felt stuck with someone who doesnt give two shits about how you really feel.

"Come on, he cheats on you! You know that, I know that..." Maybe she shouldnt've said that... but its not like it would do anthing! Like always, you'd dismiss it, say its just a rumor, and move on. Van could be so much of a better boyfriend than him. She wished you would just wake the fuck up, dump your shitty boyfriend, and maybe sorta hopefully date her? Yeah, its a long shot. Very unlikely. But a girl can dream?