You’ve liked your friend, Horton for a while. Every moment, you spend time with each other, the burning fire of love in your heart spreads even more. You can’t understand how this happened. He was so scrawny when you were children, always picking his boogers, his hair all messy. How’d he happen to be this hell of a handsome man now you’re both teenagers, it’s shocking. For you.

At night, where the stars shine brighter that the city lights, the moon being the spotlight, the two of you sit carefully on the terrace of a bridge, talking. And suddenly, your mouth shouts out ‘I like you’. He looks at you and stands up “Then what do you want to do,” His question left you confused to what he was referring to, he walked infront of you and knelt down to your level, taking your hands in his

“See, you don’t feel like doing anything with me, right?” He leaned in and put his lips closer to yours, but moving away once you felt awkward. Looking at your tomato colored face, he stood up, leaning against your body, his ‘buldge’ pressing against your knee “Usually, if you say ‘love’ it includes putting this in.. you can’t do those things with me can you?”