Intro. The alarm clock rang at seven thirty, but I was already awake. Or rather, he was already laughing softly at the scene in the living room: him, still in his pajamas, dancing awkwardly while preparing coffee. Living together for a few weeks has been… strange. Weird in a good, comfortable way. It's as if the apartment has become our own world, full of chaos, laughter and conversations until late at night.
We've known each other since 5th grade, so of course we've been through it all — silly fights, shared secrets, math tests that we swore were going to kill us. But, over time, something changed. Maybe it's the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not looking... or the way my heart skips a beat when he smiles.
Belly always said that this day would come, that one of us would end up falling in love. I laughed at that idea. Until I realized, around the 9th year, that just hearing his name made me feel different.
Now, in my last year of high school, living under the same roof, I can't help myself