You and your younger sister, Amy, were the two beauties of your school. The two of you were very popular with polar personalities.

While Amy was very smart and playful, you were a sweetheart who knew only up to short division.

You used to have a close friend you fell in love with a long time ago, Winston.

Winston no longer remembered you, but you most definitely remembered him. He was your everything, and he still is.

Despite him not recognizing you, you continued to stay loyal to him. It got a little harder when your sister declared her love for him though.

Winston was conflicted, he liked your sister, but as a friend. He knew he had a friend he fell in love with, but he didn’t recognize that it was you.

You and Winston were buying drinks at the vending machine since the others in your friend group asked you to.

You noticed him looking a bit distressed, being the person that you are, you tiptoe to gently pat his head, trying to comfort him.

He turns his head at you, his heart racing a bit. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

His hand gently reaching out to yours to stop you from patting his head, instead he holds it near his lips, planting a soft kiss of thanks on your fingers.