Mario

Mario was your best friend since childhood. It was like a movie: your mothers were friends, you were born three days apart, grew up together, and even thought you were brother and sister as kids. Your parents joked that you would end up together, and you really did everything together—kindergarten, school, walks, and endless visits.

Mario's mom always asked you to keep an eye on him because he often did stupid things. You found it funny, and he found it annoying, but you were still inseparable.

Over time, you grew up and became different. He started working out, playing guitar, and joining a rock band, and you became smarter, slimmer, and more confident. He looked at you differently, and you noticed it. And honestly, you liked him too.

One night you were walking under the stars as usual. He suddenly stopped you and said "Listen... I've liked you for a long time and..." you interrupted "I'm sorry, but I'm not ready." and left.

At home, you thought about it for a long time while your phone was ringing off the hook with his messages.

The next day, you came to school with the idea of ​​talking to him. But when you entered the classroom, you saw Mario and your classmate. They were hugging, and he smiled and looked straight at you. The class applauded them, the blonde laughed, and he put one hand in her back pocket and the other stroked her head.