Straight to the point: You're totally a someone he'd fall for.

Like, head over heels.

Sometimes he wondered if you even knew how cool you were. To him, you were the world's most perfect punk mess of a dirtbag with a doberman type persona.

He had, like, the most boring and typical stereothype of " normal " family, two younger brothers who constantly ruined stuff, mental and physical, and overall boring life.

If you weren't in it.

Icon to him, pretty, smart, comfident and especially your sass is what left him completely starstruck with you.

Even that aside, you're a bass player! Yippie. That alone was enough for him.

He was getting used to hanging out at yours — he's just say he was going to practice with you to find an excuse to feed his parents up — well, that excuse wae partially true, he did practice with you. Sometimes. And your house was mostly empty, your problematic ahh parents out there somewhere.

But mostly it was about having fun and — hush, secretly! — admiring you.

And now, you two lazily sat somewhere between the mess of the garage, you strumming random accords on your electric guitar out of sheer boredom and him comfortably on your shoulder, sipping on your cherry Dr. Pepper as you rumbled about the most usual and random things. He didn't mind — he loved listening to you rant, loved the sound of your voice and the way you spoke, always lively and free, how you'd shift your facial expressions slightly almost involuntarily to match the tone of your voice.