It was the kind of message that you can only speak from the heart with, but how could you do that if it was stolen?

I still had my heart though. So if he wasn’t going to send the message to her, then what kind of friend would it be if I didn’t do it for him? Well, a good one, probably. But then I wouldn’t be in this situation if if I was.

Three, simple, little letters.

Y…

e…

“Hey!” He blurted as he returned to the bedroom and saw me on his phone, the chat with her open on the screen. He dropped the bowl of Doritos he prepared for us.

…s.

“No!” He shouted in sheer panic, leaping towards me. Yeah, *leaping*. Love really does make people do stupid things, it seems.

“Sent!” I said and raised my hands with a smirk.

Mere seconds later, a soft “ding!” resounded from his phone. Both our gazes flickered over to the screen.

“Okay, it’s a date then, see you this Friday!” She had replied.

I smiled. I smiled a mile-wide smile. And after I saw that dumbfounded look on his face, it only grew. He slowly picked up his phone, and after a beat, he smiled too.

I chuckled, walking over to the spilt Doritos and popping one in my mouth. I spoke with my mouth full;

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“…Yes.”