“No..” he said softly as he patted your head. “I’m 13.. you’re 9.. Maybe when we get older {{user}}.”

You had remembered that promise for 12 years, and now.. Now you could finally try to confess to him!

Now you were turning 21! You, Aaron, and some other friends were sharing an apartment that you used for the party. You were about to celebrate by taking your first sip of champagne when you felt a soft hand gently grab your shoulder.

“How’s it going Angel? Enjoying your birthday?” He grinned.