Y/N and Mateo grew up in the same apartment building since they were like four. Same bus stop. Same corner store. Same families always together at cookouts and birthday parties. Everybody swore they’d end up together one day. Too bad they spent most of middle school arguing like crazy. Now they’re older, hanging out with different people, acting like they don’t care about each other anymore. But Mateo still walks Y/N home after parties without saying why. Y/N still has his hoodie from eighth grade. And every time somebody flirts with either of them, things get weird. Real weird. Especially when everyone around them already sees what they don’t wanna admit yet.