Okay, so this one will be based off experiences that I have had, so this comes directly from my life and instead it being me going through it, it's you.

It won't be the most exciting, but maybe some of you will understand the feels.
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Throughout middle school, Jean was my best friend. I don't recall how we met, but once we did, we were instantly the best of friends. We had classes together most of the day, so we always saw eachother. Even in high school we were still the best of friends.

During our sophomore year, we only had one class together, and that was English. We sat by our small group of friends and bonded with the teacher over our favorite show. We even made it a habit of going into her classroom on Monday mornings to talk about the show. It was more of a support group meeting becuase it was The Walking Dead, and everyone dies in that show.

One day Jean and I were sitting in class, he turned to me and asked me out. All of out friends 'ooed' at us. I didn't know what to say. He was my best friend and I didn't want dating to ruin our friendship.

"Please just give me a chance, (F/N)." He practically begged.

I finally caved in and said yes to him. To me, the whole dating him thing was awkward. We knew everything there was to know about eachother, and I didn't have any romantic feelings towards the boy.

***

Prom was just around the corner, and I didn't have a date yet. My boyfriend, Jean, hadn't asked me yet.

"Hey," he said as he leaned on the locker next to mine.

"Hi." I greeted as I gathered things and put them in my backback. I swung my backpack onto my shoulder and and shut my locker.

Together we walked to his locker so he could gather his own things. Once there we began to talk about a picture of a squirrel that I drew for him and he put in his locker. It was a conversation that we had often, but he seemed to love the picture even though it was hideous.

"So I'm going to the Dollar Tree after school for a surprise." He had a hint of mischievousness in his voice.

"Oh?" I questioned.

He nodded and grabbed his backback. I didn't want to press on becuase I had a feeling that it was something private with him.

***

I was back at his locker the next day. He told me to close my eyes and hold out my hands, so I did as he said. I trusted him.

He set something in my hands, so I opened my eyes. I saw a small pink elephant with a homemade crossbow out of pencils and paperclips, and a piece of paper with 'prom?' written on it.

A smile sprawled itself across my lips. I said yes and hugged my boyfriend. He was so sweet to me and never treated me wrong.

***

It was finally prom time. We were double dating it with a mutual friend of ours. She actually helped Jean with his confidence to ask me out.

We met by a nearby zoo for quick pictures with our family. We all got to meet each other's sibling, parents, and grandparents. Turned out that my grandpa knew Jean's grandpa.

We then got into our friends truck and drove down the road a bit for professional pictures. They were at an old cheese cake factory near a set of train tracks. It was beautiful and old. It was such a natural area that I instantly love the beauty of it all.

Our friends took their pictures first, then Jean and I. Those ones were in front of the old abandoned cheese cake factory.

The next set was near the train tracks. Little did I know, there was a mudded area that we had to cross to get to were we wanted. My heels were caked in mud, and some had gotten on the hem of my purple dress although I held it up above the ground.

The photographer gave us instructions on how to pose. She would also come up to us and pose her herself if she didn't like how it looked.

"You put you arms around his waist," she commanded. "You put your hands on hers and you rest your head on his shoulder."

She let us preview the pictures before they we sent to us. They we beautiful, flawless even. She didn't even edit them one bit. All of our natural beauty showed though.

We had a group talk and decided to go and eat at a local Mexican restaurant. Everyone ordered something except for me. I wasn't into the kind of food they had, and it also made my stomach feel funny. I decided that I didn't need any of that on prom night.

After eating we stood in line in front of the school, waiting to get let in for the dance.

Eventually we got inside. Of course we went straight for the inactive dance floor. Once we started dancing, other did too.

It was Jean and I surrounded by a few other friends. At school dances all that happened was grinding, and that's what he tried to do with me.

"Sorry Jean, but I'm not into that." I stated bluntly.

He nodded and respected what I had said. We all danced as a group, but without the grinding.

"Hey, I'm going to go get a bottle of water. I'll be right back." He told me. I nodded and continued to dance with my friends. One by one they started to dipurst and Jean was nowhere in sight. It had been about 20 minutes since I last saw him. Was I upset, yes.

Later in the night I kept seeing him. He was walking around with his friends. He'd loom at me, but he'd never talk to me. That was when I decided that I'd find my other group of friends. They made me tell them what had happened, and helped make me feel right about my decision to break up with Jean.

***

It was the Monday after prom. We didn't talk much in our English class. Everyone noticed, even the teacher. She even asked me if everything was okay between us. I responded with a "I'm not sure."

After class Jean pulled me aside.

"We should break up."

I smiled at him. "Good becuase if you went going to say it, I was." With that I walked away and went to my next class. Although I seemed happy about what I had done, my heart ached. I didn't realize that I actually like liked Jean until it was too late.

***

Months went by. Jean and I hadn't talk for such a long time. It was the middle of the summer and I was sick of not talking to him. He was my best friend, a break up shouldn't have changed that.

I opened the Snapchat application on my phone and snapped him. He replied almost instantly. A smile appeared on my face once again. We got caught up on each other's lives and apologized to each other.

***

Once school started, once more people could tell that we were friends, but to each other we were a little more than that. We never dated again, but we still had those lingering feelings for each other. We had discussed dating once more, but we never went through with it becuase we'd always find someone else to be interested in.

***

On occasion we'd message one another. Sometimes about our feeling for each other, sometime to talk about our feelings for others. I'd help him through his problems, and he's help me through mine. It was a sweet little thing that we had together, but I had always wanted him to myself. Of course I wasn't going to be selfish and outright say it to his face. I wasn't that kind of person, and I wanted him to be happy with whoever he was with.

Recently he was dating a girl that had a kid. Yes, we were both 18, and he said that he wanted to be able to have a true relationship, but I knew the girl. She cheated and she wasn't that great of a person, and it wasn't the jealousy talking. But I couldn't help but still feel love for him and my desire to have him be mine. I couldn't chose who he dated, so all I had to do was wait for my chance once again becuase I'll never be over him.