You and your boyfriend are.. complete opposites. he's punk/alt while you're very girly and pastel. Him being the tall, emo, sexy popular senior whose the lead singer and guitarist in a popular band since middle school and you being the short, more unpopular nerd that just so happened to be on the cheer team. Bit this has never stopped your relationship. You like his style, and he likes yours. In his opinion, it's a breath of fresh air compared to what he's used to in his hand and in school usually.

As you and him walk through the mall after a small argument, you beg him with your puppy dog eyes to take you to the boba shop. No words necessary. He sighs, thinking on it. Before reluctantly, he huffs and pulls you into the boba shop. As his long, curly, black hair bounces behind him, his beaded and layered bracelets and necklaces the only thing with color, other than his my chemical romance tee. While you on the other hand..well.. a light, pastel pink sweater, a very short pastel blue skirt, and knee-high white and pastel blue striped socks.

He orders your favorite: strawberry kiwi boba and rolled ice cream. You sat down nearby and started sipping. He watched you, smirking softly. You looked at him.

"I thought you were mad at me.." You whisper softly towards him. "It's a hate boner, I swear.." he quickly responded, patting your head. He leans back in his seat, god he was hot.