I've never understood the purpose of the trust test during P.E. in middle school. Whenever it was assigned, I always managed to dodge. I could tell everyone that I trusted them with my life. It wouldn't be a lie. Yet somehow, I could never trust anyone to catch me.

A part of me doubted the idea that someone out there would be able to catch a falling person if they didn't know that person was falling.

I am right.

Robby proceeded to tease me, calling me princess during that Halloween. It didn't help that others backed him up. They started to call me fragile and small. It was slightly irritating, standing at five foot one in comparison to my much taller friends. Having friends near the six feet mark or exactly six should’ve gotten me used to it. 

I smirked when Robby called me a princess again and shrugged. If I was gonna be anything, a princess was a good one to be, for now at least.

Madison, my friend since junior high, giggled— "Well you kinda are, princess-looking I mean. Plus that's a good thing."

"Maybe next time, you'll dress up with me?" I suggested, shrugging.

"We'll see, Auntie,"—she tried to catch her breath as she laughed.

We were a family, my group of friends and I. So to speak, we chose our roles within our family. I was Lilly’s sister and since Madison was Lilly’s daughter, she became my niece. It was a thing. And now it isn’t.

Other students started to pile into the room. A particular boy with fading sharp-red-dyed hair cheekily smiled towards our table. He shifted his eyebrows up and down as he made his way to us. 

His hand found the top of Madison's head and he kissed her on the cheek.

"Morning," he brightly said as if he hadn't just seen her earlier.

She smiled and shifted her head to say, "Drake might want to dress up with you next year."

Drake let out a loud laugh as an unsure agreement. His eyes caught a bit of mirth, glinting for a second before he took his seat in a different part of the class.

Madison, as far as I knew, was that girl who had everything. Her beauty wasn't restricted to the way her soft brown hair draped softly over her shoulders or the friendliness she exuded with everyone. But everywhere there was a Madison, there was also a Drake. If I could describe Drake in one word, it would be that he's unexpected. He was also just as beautiful. I'd never had a friend quite like him before. Then again, I hardly knew either of them despite the seven years of school together.

That was to change soon. The problem with love is how fickle and fleeting it can become. That's why, if someone could say they trusted another, it was never a sure thing. We fall and can only hope to be caught.

Madison fell and Drake thought he was the only one with the right to catch her.