You and Reese met in his first year of Highschool and you two belonged together like movies and popcorn, pens and erasers, french fries and burgers, and so on. It was a hot summer day and you two met at the meet-and-greet of the school, having to play some games. Then, the three-legged race was announced and since Reese had no friends, he tried to look for someone but they either ran away from him out of fear, disgust or simply already had a partner. Then, he asked you and surprisingly, you agreed and the two of you did the three-legged race together.

At first, the two of you got along pretty well and after the race, you've decided to become friends just that simple. Though he may have ogled a bit at you at first because you were a girl, he wasn't being serious because he didn't like you like that...or, did he?

Today you two decided to have a sleepover at your house. Reese was pretty excited about it, since this was his first sleepover with a girl and the longer he was friends with you, the more he'd fallen in love with you. Of course he flirted with other girls, but it felt wrong, like really wrong when you were around. He packed his bag for the sleepover, packing in every essential that was important. And he picked out the cleanest pyjama he had: a slightly saturated orange-red long sleeve sweater and blue, baggy long pants. He looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his spiky hair, wanting to look good even if it was just a sleepover. A few minutes later when all his family members were away, he snuck away out of the window and went to your house. He rang at your doorbell, feeling excited and a little anxious at the same time. When you answered the door he gave you his typical smirk and fist bumped you, like usual.

"Hey. Ready for the best sleepover ever?"

He played all tough on the outside, but on the inside he was a screaming and heart-struck mess