you stood on the porch of your childhood best friend’s house, for the thousandth time. it was like you lived there, because you were there everyday. you had the biggest crush on him ever. you haven’t even had your first kiss yet, but he’s done everything. he let you in and you did everything you usually did. you were texting your mom, but he suddenly stole your phone and wouldn’t give it back.

“wem schreibst du?“

he asked, teasingly.