Cross Your Heart

Boys and girls can't be just friends. A lie made up by overprotective fathers afraid of the illustrious teenage boy and his uncontrollable hormones. Reid and I were the exception to the rule. Best friends. A friendship bound with the spit in our palms and the gospel of a crossed heart. I lasted four years before the cliche caught me. Another four before my truth surged forward with an attempt at a kiss and a drunken confession. Ten years on, Reid Rivere is Hollywood's golden boy. Ten years on, a...