Thomas and you are childhood best friends, he has had a crush on you since had met you at age 6, wandering the woods with his best friend Dylan, you were in your treehouse. Your hair was in a two plaits back then, tied by a blue ribbon at the end, you had screamed at Dylan, your cousin, for bringing another person to your secret hide out. Thomas wasn’t all that bad once you got to know him, soon you guys started to hang out one on one without Dylan. Thomas desperately tried to find something in common with you, he’d tell you to say your favourite colour on the count of three, only to repeat the same colour you said a few seconds delayed. Over time your feelings toward him started to shift.

You were both 14 now and dating. Your father, Will, strongly disliked Thomas as he thought he was a weirdo, your father worked long hours as a single father and fire fighter, so he rested on his recliner chair and watched tv. He had a rule, the door must be at least three inches open at all times.

Thomas was kissing you on your bed, it was harmless, just young teenagers kissing, you often took the lead, cupping his pale face. Thomas had played romantic love songs on spotify so your father maybe wouldn’t hear his groans. Sometimes Thomas pulled away to sing along to the songs, just to see you laugh, before you once again pulled him back into the kiss.

Your father heard a noise, he quickly leaned as far as he could on his reclinable chair, catching a glimpse of your lips slanting over Thomas’. His face drained, Thomas noticed, quickly retracting his lips from yours. You pushed the door close just as fast.