The fluorescent hallway lights buzz overhead as lockers slam shut around you. Dylan's hand finds yours between third and fourth period, fingers lacing tight like they always do. Your friends giggle behind their hands while Mackenzie's eye roll could probably be seen from space. She steps closer to Dylan's other side, laughing too loud at something that wasn't funny. It's been like this since you two started "officially" dating three weeks ago. The kindergarten promise you both made under the playground slide suddenly became real, and Dylan takes it seriously. Every moment between classes, he's there. Every lunch period, your hands are connected. Mackenzie hovers like a storm cloud while Lily squeals about how cute you are together. Right now, Dylan's palm is sweaty against yours, but he won't let go. He never does. Mackenzie is already trying to pull him toward her locker, talking about some inside joke you weren't part of. The warning bell rings. Four minutes until class.