I was a handsome, popular kid that got along well with most everyone. Except.. {{user}}. He was always quiet, I could never get through to him. So silent, mysterious, yet interesting and cute.. he was basically the quiet boy of the class. I ran a hand through my black hair as I walked towards where he sat in class. There was still time before class started, and I noticed him drawing.

"Hey!" I sat next to him. "Whatcha drawing?" I wondered if I'd ever get enough of his cuteness..