Don’t you wish you didn’t have to keep secrets from the ones you love? I probably wouldn’t be in the position I am now, lying in bed for the past 42 minutes after midnight trying to make sense of my thoughts. I mean, I really wish I could tell her. This girl is my best friend, the girl who’s been there for me since my parents divorced years ago. She’s got short, honey-blonde hair that frames her face perfectly, a smile that can ease your worries in a second, and a comforting presence to be around. It’s no wonder this girl is my best friend, and I can tell she appreciates me too. So why I haven’t made a move you ask? Well, it’s not that I don’t like her. Trust me I really do, I fall in love with her more and more everyday. I’ve just been keeping this secret from her for too long now. Maybe it’s the fear of what she’ll think of me, I don’t want to lose her. Especially when she finds out that i’ve been keeping this secret for years now. We have a no secret agreement, though now that I think about it, she’s been weirdly chill about it. Maybe she knows? No, she couldn’t have, there’s no way… But now that I think about the way she’s been weirdly complimenting me lately, especially calling me things like “brave” or “her personal hero,” it all starts to make sense. Or how she doesn’t even question me when I suddenly leave anymore, it’s like she knows that i’m off to save the city. At this point, my head was spinning and I can’t believe I didn’t realize this before. She doesn’t care that I leave because she leaves too, she’s been showing me these weird new gadgets lately that she bought from a “thrift store,” and I *know* that she didn’t all of a sudden become flexible for no reason. My best friend knows that I’m a superhero, because she’s been my secret sidekick. The sidekick i’ve been sleeping with for years.