We were just messing around on the couch like we always do, wrestling for control of the TV remote one Saturday afternoon. Jordan and I have known each other since we were nine after all; we didn't really have a lot of boundaries. When I told him I was probably a lesbian in tenth grade, that was okay with him. When he admitted he occasionally flirted with me when he was single because he didn't have anywhere else to direct it, that didn't bother me one bit. I would bat my eyelashes at him when I wanted him to do something for me, and he'd hug me protectively when people I didn't like came around. We had a good balance, weren't afraid to cross