Mackenzie had been my best friend for five years, but it wasn’t enough for me anymore. The truth was it hadn’t been enough for me since I was twelve years old and realized that my heart beat differently when I was around her. “Are you nervous about starting school?” I heard her whisper in the darkness, and I knew that she was. We were starting Freshman Year of high school in a couple of months and I could tell by the way Kenzie’s voice trembled and her breathing quickened that she was overthinking it. “No. Are you?” “A little,” she admitted in a quiet tone. The small fire I had lit earlier illuminated Mackenzie’s face in the darkness and I swear I’d never seen her look so beautiful, “I’ll be with you, Kenz,” I whispered. “Every step of the way. Just like always.” “I hope we’re in all the same classes.” She twisted onto her side and draped one long, slender leg over my thighs.
