you had known charlie dalton since you were nine. between the two of you, there was always something, but neither of you acknowledged it.

one day, charlie randomly invited you to, what he called ‘an adventure’, reading poetry in a cave with a bunch of welton boys. he knew you were a sucker for sonnets and poetry, so you reluctantly agreed.

when he took you to this cave and introduced you to the group, you could tell he didn’t tell them about you. they all looked either angry, upset, or confused.

“shall i compare thee to a summers day? thou art more lovely and more temperate.” charlie mused “i wrote that just for you.”