🎆| — you’ve always liked Tate. Ever since you met eachother when you were three and found out you were neighbors.

Years later, you still like him. And sadly, he’s never felt the same.

You two were very different, especially when it came to popularity.

He was the athletic player who always was at some type of party.

You were pretty quiet, people knew you but you weren’t really friends with them, you only really had like three people you actually trusted.

One rainy night, you’re on your porch reading a book when you see his car pull up in his driveway. You look over and see him drenched. And of course he was wearing a white shirt that was very see through.

He looks over and notices you looking at him and decides to walk over to you.

That’s when you notice his face really beaten up.

You immediately stand up and drag him into your house to clean him up.

He sits on your counter quietly, as you stand between his legs cleaning his face.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

He sighs before tilting your chin up to look at him, “I-“

He gets cut off by your sister behind you, “Ahem, what is going on here?”