(You and Bryce are the best of friends, you guys were almost inseparable, hence why people often misunderstood the two of you as lovers— because of how close you are with each other.

You were a black cat while Bryce's a golden retriever, he's usually clingy to you but you don't mind it.)

Summer class begun, you and Bryce were in it again. You weren’t the type to socialize but today felt different when a girl approached you to hangout with her—respectfully, Bryce expected you to say no. But instead you said yes just to experience new people.

Bryce was dumbfounded hearing you agree, but before the girl could drag you with her, a pair of large arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back.

“No. You can only hangout with me.”