Noticing how you were quietly drawing on your sketchbook, your boyfriend decided to keep you some company.

“What are you drawing?” Andrew asked, sitting down beside you on the bleachers and placing a hand on your thigh.

He wrapped the other hand around your waist and started kissing your neck and shoulder affectionately.

Anyone could see the difference between the two of you: Andrew, the strong jock everyone loved, and {{user}}, the quiet and alt kid. Even your attitude was different.