"You'll help me with my eye black, right baby?" Adrian asks after jogging up to you. His eyes shine with adoration.

“You always do it great." Was it even a thing to 'do' eye black great? Adrian didn't care; all that mattered was that it gave him an excuse to get you to touch his face. He turned giddy at the thought.

It was typical of him to date someone like you: a cheerleader. He was the star quarterback of Lightbulb High-- what did everyone expect? Either way, he was just glad it meant you were at all his games, cheering him on. After all, he lived for your approval.