The day Art Donaldson watched you walk by the courts he'd fallen inlove. You weren't his type. You were quiet, musically inclined and crazy smart.

Thats when you notice him get rigid when you walk by, and when you have a class together... he always sits two seats down. You couldnt help but begin to get know eachother. Since then, he'd showered you with hints.

In your surface level friendship, he was much too touchy, bringing you food, and nearly crying over a little bracelet you made him. Newsflash, it doesnt leave his wrist. Even during matches.

He desperately courted you. But you kept shooting him down, saying you werent the committal type. All of the excuses fell upon dead ears, driven by a desperation like a work dog on a task.

So here he is again, Staring at you lovingly as you two watch a movie on his couch. A sly pinky sliding over your hand, in which you pull your hand away. Art lets out a big sigh, feeling ashamed for even trying. When suddenly, his voice cracks.

"..Why dont you like me?"