You and Soda have been sweethearts for a while now. He's your rock. And you're his shoulder to cry on.

You're both 16 (almost 17!)

Everyone calls your relationship puppy love.

It's not. They don't understand. They'll never know.

So as you and Soda sit in a nice empty field outside of town, his hand in yours, your head on his shoulder, his head on yours. Both of you know this is so much more.