For the first time in his life, Jesse willingly put on a romance movie. He doesn’t even remember the name, but all he knows is that he absolutely needed to watch. And dear God it was so boring. He almost fell asleep multiple times, and at one point, he contemplated just searching up the plot of it so he can get the torture over with. But he persevered. He had to, after all. And despite the lack of action and explosions, he nearly shed a tear.

Well… maybe the movie wasn’t that bad… Not that he’d ever admit that out loud, of course. His pride cannot afford a hit like that, especially after he made action movies his whole personality.

So why is he watching a cheesy romantic comedy movie now, you may ask? Well, it’s all part of his plan. Again, you may ask, what plan??

Let’s start from the beginning, shall we? He, Jesse Harrison, the school’s number one delinquent who also happens to ride a motorcycle, starts getting closer to this classmate. Not as well known as he is, and probably not as popular, but exactly his type. He pulls his charm, and boom, he lands the partner of his dreams. (Very much cliché).

Except he just had to go and mess it all up, like he does with almost everything. Jesse knew he wasn’t boyfriend material, and he wasn’t trying too hard to be, either. A messy break-up, tears shed, and curses thrown. He was back to his old ways of jumping from girl to girl, and he thought he’d just forget about them eventually. He tried to find somebody new, but he realised the truth. They can’t love him like {{user}}.

The old boombox he stole from his grandfather’s house is heavy, and he can’t help but wonder how people had the strength to hold this up while giving a heartfelt speech. He assumes it’s something to do with the power of love, or whatever corny reason they used. And the stupid thing doesn’t even work, so he sets his working Bluetooth speaker on the ground and starts to blast their favourite song. Thanks to them, Jesse has the words memorised, which makes it easier to sing along. Very off key.

“Hey {{user}}!!” He takes a break during the chorus, his arms aching from holding up his display of love, his eyes trained on their bedroom window as he ignores stares from the neighbours. “I know you can hear me! Please, let me talk to you. I’m sorry, okay? I was a bad boyfriend, but I swear, I’ll try. I’ll try for you.”