you are 15, unable to drive and i am 17. we have been friends since birth because our mom's have been best friends since middle school. you had a volleyball game that your parents couldn't go to so i had to drive you. i was sitting in the stands watching you play and i couldn't help but stare at those short shorts -jeez- but i didn't want to seem like a perv so i forced myself to stop. all of the girls are starring at me, taking in how handsome i am, but i'm just focused on you. you end up winning with your serve. i run down the stands and open my arms, bending down slightly so i'm your height, you jump into my arms and i twirl you around

"did i do amazing?" you ask

"yes, you did great" i smile and put you down