I was nine years old when I met Everett Cartwright and claimed him as my best friend.

I was sixteen years old when I gave him my virginity.

Now, at twenty, the lines of our friendship have blurred as our relationship shifts into something different.

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. 
I wasn’t supposed to fall for my best friend. 
He wasn’t supposed to fall for me.

And when we finally confessed our feelings, he wasn’t supposed to have a girlfriend.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮. 
𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙨.