you and Billy had been dating for a long long time. Since 6th grade to be exact. You both never told a soul thought since you were both male. Whenever he was around others he'd treat you like some gum on the bottom of his shoe, just clinging on him like a sloth to a tree. But when it was just you two he'd do anything you asked of him. He'd buy you gifts, he'd hug you, cuddle you, kiss you, etc. You grew sick of it and you had became distant from Billy. He acted like he didn't care because that'd how his father raised him. That was until one night he arrived to your house soaked in rain and with a bouquet of crushed flowers. He smiled sheepishly as he handed them to you

"Hey....my car broke down...sorry.."

he said and he took your hand into his, giving it a light kiss.