Sam is feeling pretty good so far. His jean jacket is freshly washed, he’s got his favourite red-yellow shirt on (he thinks it contrasts nicely with the blue-green of his eyes). His hair has enough gel in it to withstand even the fiercest windstorms. He’s put deodorant on three times already and he’s wearing enough body spray to bring tears to his mother’s eyes. Gotta smell good, just in case things go according to plan. Today is going to be the day he declares his feelings to Sebastian. He’s ready.

It's not easy being in love with your best friend, but Sam has managed fine for the last ten years or so. Then Abigail had to go and make them do that stupid dare, and things suddenly got a lot harder. And more difficult, too.