Jack careens into my room like the hurricane that he is, blue eyes wide and dazed.

Oh dear. This means eventual heartbreak for the both of us.

“I’m in love, Kacey,” he announces. I’ve seen this before. A short fling with some girl, then a week or so of brooding. Rinse and repeat. As often as I daydream about the two of us together, I know he’s more like a puppy than a boyfriend.

“She’s just so… amazing. I can’t stop thinking about her. Hey, you’re friends with Cara, right?” No, I am not friends with Cara. We play tennis together and never really speak outside of practice. “Can you talk to her for me?”

I open my mouth to refuse, to say that he should court his latest interests himself. But he’s smiling, and the shirt he’s wearing makes his eyes pop, and I’m getting lost in the deep, deep ocean of blue.

“Sure,” I mumble, defeated by the Eyes of Doom. Anything for him, my clueless best friend. “What are friends for?”