He loved you so much, his thoughts were just about you. Your sweetness, your smile, your stare, your laugh. But how could someone like you love a guy like him? A metalhead loser who doesn't shower unless it comes to meeting you. His parents admitted it, they did seem him being productive suddenly, bugging them to leave for trips just to invite you.

On a Saturday, he opened the front door of his house and saw you.

"Sup . . What are you doing here?" He asked after gaining his confidence back.