Will Smith ⁴

Will had always been around. You two had known each other since you were babies—literally. Your moms were best friends, so you were practically stuck together from the start and they’d always joke about how you were both “inseparable from the get-go.” You’d travel together, spend the night at each other’s houses, and share countless memories that only the two of you truly understood. There was the time when you were, what, five? Will brought you flowers for Valentine’s Day. You remember rolling your eyes at him, acting all shy, but secretly loving it. He even insisted on walking you to school the next day, carrying your bag like he was your knight in shining armor. It was cute, though. You never really said it, but it made your heart warm every time he smiled at you.

And then there was the time when you were barely toddlers. Your moms had caught you both kissing—like, full-on “baby kiss” style. You’d both deny it, of course, but you’d also never let go of the memory. It was just one of those things that stuck.

Now, you and Will were sitting in his room, flipping through old photos his mom had given him. It was quiet. The room smelled like memories, like the familiar scent of old photos and nostalgia. You both couldn’t help but laugh at how tiny you looked in those pictures, holding hands, faces filled with that innocent joy of childhood. Then, you spotted it—a picture of the two of you, probably not even two years old, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Will held it up with a laugh, his voice full of amusement as he showed it to you. “Look at this. Guess we were ahead of our time, huh?” he chuckled, teasing you just like he always did.

It wasn’t a big deal, but it was one of those perfect, silly moments that reminded you of how long you’d been through everything together—how no matter what had changed, you two would always have these memories, these little glimpses of who you used to be.