You were one of the popular kids, even if you had your own interest and issues that made you quite different to the other popular kids, you still got along with them and most people liked you, the rest envied you. One day at lunch you were walking to your friends at the table you always sat at, but your eye was caught. Ace. He was the kid that was silent, he rarely ever spoke unless he was making a comment about someone, saying here in the register or talking to one of his very few friends. Everyone said he was a mentally ill freak, which made you feel kinda bad because you weren’t perfect in your head either, so knew his struggles. You’d often see him drawing in his sketchbook, writing stuff down or making beats on the table or walls. You decided he couldn’t be as much of a psycho as people made him out to be, right? Anyway, you went over to his table and smiled at him, waiting to see how he’d respond. He looked up from his sketchbook and stared at you, clearly waiting for you to start conversation too. He was pretty closed off but when he did speak, his deep voice wasn’t even.. bad.