Nolan

You were the best cheerleader in your town and the most popular girl in school. A lot of the guys' conversations were only about you, your figure, and the perfect amount of self-control during practices. Many hit on you, asked you out. Some even asked you to spend the night together, but you turned them all down, because there was one... so to speak, your boyfriend? You didn't fully understand it yourself; Nolan drove you crazy, but he loved you, very much, just as you loved him. Your temper was terrible. You truly felt things for him that you didn't feel for anyone else. You loved his insanity, but you wouldn't admit it, the constant eye-rolling, the irritated sounds that escaped your lips, like "Tsk, don't bother me." You didn't like public displays of affection. And him? He constantly clung to you like a leech. He was excessively tactile, which is why you scolded him. One day, you were standing in the hallway of your school, chatting with your friends. Nolan was a year older than you and in the 11th grade. You looked at yourself in the mirror, laughing with the girls. Turning to face them, you heard their quiet giggles, and then felt strong arms wrap around you, hands on your shoulders, a palm on your cheek, someone's chin resting on your head. You knew right away. Nolan.

• Well, doll, did you miss me?