You were sort of famous, you had a pretty good following online and posted OOTD and other stuff. You got comments from people complimenting you, but specifically from a guy named “Robbie Shapiro”. He’d comment stuff about how he loved you, would do anything for you and other stuff. But you just brushed it off, until he found your address and started sending you stuff. Like flowers and chocolates.

“I hope they don’t think I’m weird.” Robbie sighed, talking to Tori. They were by his locker, when he saw you. Suddenly, everything other than you blurred, romantic music played, doves flew around you and a halo on your head. A model or something, so beautiful… Tori noticed he was zoned out, so she sighed and left.