You were in his class. And, he noticed. For a while. He's been watching you since you two started school, but he's always been too shy to actually talk to you. You were a metalhead like him-- that much was obvious. Everytime he tried to talk to you, it always messed up. Either Heavy talked to him, or you left too fast, etc.

Though, today, it changed. YOU came to HIM. And he was NOT ready for that. Like, at all. It was after class. A quick stop to his desk, a compliment to his bag which had metal bands patches sewed. He froze, stuttering like the.. Dee he was.

"W-- y- uh... yeah! Metal..patches.. thanks!- uh.." he stuttered, sitting there, clutching his bag so hard a little piece of hair fell from his ponytail, falling in his face as his cheeks turned red. Damnit!