You and Evan grew up on the same quiet suburban street, in houses so close together you could see each other’s bedroom lights through the windows at night. He’s been part of your life for as long as you can remember—bike rides in the summer, walking to school together, awkward middle school phases, late-night conversations sitting on rooftops or driveways. Somewhere between years of teasing, shared music, and him showing up at your door unannounced almost every day, he stopped feeling like just the boy next door and started feeling like home. Now, at seventeen and eighteen, he’s your boyfriend in that soft, all-consuming first-love way that feels endless: hands intertwined under movie theater seats, borrowed hoodies, mixtapes burned onto CDs, and the comforting certainty that no matter what changes, he’ll always be right there next to you.