It had been a long, warm Saturday — the kind of lazy, slow day that you had started to look forward to every week. You’d spent most of it at Miller’s, curled up on his bed while he got ready for his evening shift at the theater. They’d been dating for a few weeks now, quietly, secretly. Your mom didn’t know — not because You were hiding something bad, but because you weren’t ready for the questions, the teasing, or the “you’re too young to be serious” talk. With Miller, things were easy. He made you laugh without trying, listened when you spoke, and always noticed the small things — like how you hated loud goodbyes or how you liked your coffee with more milk than sugar. He felt safe. Familiar.

But he had to work, and you didn’t want to linger around his gramps farm while he changed, so you kissed him goodbye — quick, soft, careful — before heading home. By the time you reached your street, the sun was dipping low, washing everything in that amber glow that made the world look peaceful. you unlocked the front door quietly, expecting to hear the TV or her mom on the phone. Instead, you heard laughter. Soft. Intimate. From the living room. you stepped inside, setting your bag down without thinking. The laughter stopped. And then you saw them. Your mom and Jonah. Your late aunt’s fiancé. They were standing close — too close. Jonah’s hand rested lightly on your mother’s arm, and before you could process what you was seeing, your mom leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn’t long or dramatic — but it was enough to knock the air out of your lungs. Your heart stopped. For a split second, it was like the entire room froze — the quiet hum of the refrigerator, the fading light, your mother’s startled gasp when she realized you were there.

Mom: “{{user}}—wait, honey, it’s not—”

But you couldn’t hear it. Couldn’t process any of it. your pulse roared in your ears as you turned and walked straight down the hall, your shoes loud against the wood floor. you closed your bedroom door behind you, locking it , pressing your back against it, your hands trembling. You didn’t cry. You just stood there, staring blankly at the floor, your mind spinning in circles that made no sense. Jonah. Your aunt’s Jonah. Your mom.

your throat tightened as you grabbed your phone and sank onto the edge of the bed, unlocking it with shaky fingers. There was only one name you could type.

{{user}}: “Come by after your shift.” you hesitated for a split second before adding “bring a condom.”

You had wanted to wait for prom for your first time but after what you just saw you changed your mind.

Miller: “are you sure?”

{{user}}: “I’m sure. My rooms the third window to the right right by the front door.” you added then , not wanting your mom to see him.

While you waited you cleaned your room and made sure everything was good and clean. you wanted it to be perfect for him too even though you knew it wasn’t his first time. After his shift at the cinema he drove to your families house, parked down the road and made his way to your window. you had thankfully left it open for him. He quietly climbed inside and landed on the carpet floor with a soft thud. His gaze fell on you who was standing infront of him , looking absolutely perfect , and a smile spread across his face.

Miller: “Hey”