— Peas in a pod, you and Art. Since birth, seen each other through your awkward phase, experiment phases, every single one.

The two of you were definitely more shy, less outgoing than your other partner-in-crime Patrick, who didn’t come into your lives until ‘Mark Rebellato’s Tennis Academy.’ The boy had peaked extremely early and lost his v-card when he was just freshly fourteen (you and art were still playing ‘just dance’ on your Wii in the basement of your home at that time).

Yeah.. maybe you and art were pushing eighteen, both about to leave home for college and still hadn’t had your first kisses or anything.

Which, is possibly what lead the two of you here.

You guys had been sitting on your bed, just having your annual movie night when the topic of Stanford came up, and then your shared experience. Or lack there of. Art is sitting against your headboard, legs crissed-crossed.

“I mean… i feel like it’d be embarrassing if a girl wanted to kiss and i had to tell her i just.. haven’t” He reasons, countering to your reassurances that it’s not a big deal.