We met

I was just a 3-year-old little girl when I met my best friend Blake Roberts. Oh, I'm Rosaline Evans. I forgot that.

Blake and I met in kindergarten, when I had a set of twin tails and my favorite vivid pink dress on to show my classmates. But there was a boy, who got jealous and cut my dress with a pair of scissors. I was almost hurt, but Blake protected me from him. Since then, we've been the best of friends.

Every moment with. He is my precious memory. Blake is my treasure, and so am I. I'm not too sure about Blake, but I sometimes have feelings for him. On and off. Like, I love to stay with him, but I don't want to show it at the same time. It's been going on for years.

I wonder.

We were in 2nd grade when I first got jealous. A girl confessed to Blake that she loved him, and I was there, right around the corner of the hallway, waiting for Blake to come over, so we could go home together, like every day. He always loved to go home with me.

"Blake, please? We can be boyfriend and girlfriend! Why not, right?" that's exactly what I heard. Those two boyfriend and girlfriend phrases. I couldn't believe my ears.

"Sorry. My heart's already been taken for years. No other girl can take that spot". That's what he replied, after a tear fell out of her eye.

"WHY??!!??!! WHY BLAKE??? I'M POPULAR! You can be popular too!!!" she blurted. I jumped, so I hid, but still listened.

"I don't need popularity for whom I want to be with. I just need her." he was so calm. "I need to go. Sorry. I hope you'll understand. You're just not the one for me." I was glad it wasn't her who he chose. But I was jealous of this "girl" he was talking about. Still, I didn't want to break the ice between us, so I didn't say a word about his love life since then.

"Rosaline? Sorry to keep you waiting." I know he purposely walked around the hallway to make it look like I didn't see anything. I just know. But I know he was just protecting me. That's exactly why I love him. As a friend, best friend, a brother, and hopefully, a lover.

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Blake's POV

I was also just 3 when I met Rosaline Evans. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, even as a kindergartener. I just knew she was the one for me. I needed her. Not only that, but I couldn't believe a kid in our class tried to cut her. Like, where the fuck where the teachers? I didn't get it. Truth is, I fell on top of her and accidentally kissed her breasts. She didn't notice because she didn't push me off or any of that shit. I was happy, rather than embarrassed.

Rosaline is just too perfect. So I perfected myself as well. I changed my fucking hair, clothes, everything. Just to make her love me. But all I could change was make her my best friend. I need her. I want her. Just...

I'm crazy in love with her. She got those looks. Oak brown hair, chestnut eyes, cherry lips, and all that beautiful shit. Year by year, she just grows beautiful. I always love holding her hand, walking everywhere. She won't look at me. It's okay. We're both scared, I think.

I love how we are. Like, it's an unbreakable bond. But, we're seniors now...

Rosaline's POV

But we're seniors now... I want to go to prom with him. Will he accept?

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