A/N: Judge by yourselves how much of this is true ._. how close to a first love could a teenager in this dinky city get? So take this as more of a sisterly thing ._.

I look down at the small girl leaning on my shoulder, her elbow in mine. Honestly, she wasn't so bad. Sometimes she'd tug on my arm while we were going somewhere, urging me to walk faster for no apparent reason apart from her seemingly being in a good mood. Sometimes I'd come into my classroom to find a chocolate bar on my desk. It happened way too often for me to think it random anymore. Sometimes she could be like a little sister, or even like a pet, the way she always seemed to like it when I pet her or ruffled her hair.

Even so, she was always very overprotective of me. Every time I expressed the slightest notion that I was feeling depressed, down or hopeless in any way, she'd try her best to encourage me and make me smile a bit. Once, I was at school and I wasn't feeling very well. I still had to stay for rehearsals, but the second she heard I wasn't feeling well, she literally shoved me out the gate and told me to go home and rest.

I look back down at the small girl holding my hand, fiddling with my fingers. I smile to myself, and ruffle her hair. She looks up at me, surprised, and beams somewhat shyly. Does she have feelings for me? I've had sneaking suspicions, but I'm not entirely sure. Although... in this particular moment I suppose it doesn't quite matter. I squeeze her hand gently. All I know is that she doesn't have to be so nervous.

Because I like her too.