You might call it nothing, but to me it was everything.

A bright smile as I set my bag down next to hers. A quiet laugh at the doodle on my paper. A confused look around the room. A desperate gaze landing finally on my page in hopes of an explanation.

I rolled my eyes, shifting my notes closer to her.

“Your handwriting sucks,” she whispered.

“So does your attention span,” I shot back, smiling innocently at the teacher when he turned to glare.

The bell rang, freeing us for a few minutes from his tyranny.

I pulled out my earbuds, fully expecting her to run off to her other friends.

Instead, she scooted closer to me, her shoulder bumping into mine, and stole an earbud.

Her face lit up. “This is my song,” she exclaimed brightly.

I smiled, rolling my eyes. “Yeah. I know.”

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I lied. It reminds me of you.

“I’m glad,” she mumbled. “It reminds me of you.”

I blinked. Oh.

She smiled sweetly, her head falling to rest on my shoulder. “It’s a good song.”

I hummed my agreement. I certainly liked it better now.

My heart was racing, and I couldn’t hold back a grin.

It wasn’t much, I guess, to anyone looking from the outside, but it was honestly one of the best days of my life.

She wasn’t mine, and this was the happiest I could get until she was.

For now, it's enough.