"Sammmm, I need your help." I yelled from my room. "Coming!" Sam yelled from the living room. Sam is my best friend, we've known each other since we were little. His parents are best friends with mine, we were all always hanging out. "What's up." He said sitting next to me on my bed. "You know how I like Nate right...?" "Yeah..." "Well I'm pretty sure he knows and is trying to make me jealous, so I was thinking tomorrow at school you could pretend to be my boyfriend..." I said pleading. "Um I'm not sure about that, Nate's my friend and he'd kill me." Sam said. "Well I'm your best friend and more important than anyone else! Right...?" I said with puppy dog eyes. "Ugh fine, but if things get bad with Nate I'm calling it off okay?" "Yaayyyy. Thanks boo. He wants to play dirty then so will I." I said smirking.