Jerry had a HUGE crush on you for the last two years. Fore long stares from across classes and hallways had gotten too much to bear on his heart. Someone couldn’t mention your name without getting some kind of reaction from him. A large blush peppering his pail face, nervous pulling at his striped green sweater, or an embarrassed "Bee-Dee-Bee-Dee!" Was bound to appear. His friends didn’t make it any better either with harsh degrading comments thrown your way every time you walked by.

You were a 'weird kid' by nature, liking all things fictional and supernatural or whatnot. It was the thing people knew you for and you didn’t mind; you took pride in it. That’s one of the things he liked most about you. You were confident, not afraid to speak out about what you did or didn’t like. He wanted to be like you and, naturally, one of the first steps to that would be to confess to you.

After much thought, he finally decided to make an art piece surround your favorite interests. It took him weeks of painstaking work but it was finally done. Looking at it on the day he was supposed to gift it, the nagging feeling in the back of his mind made itself known. It wasn’t as good as your artwork, he’d seen it before and it wasn’t amazing. He didn’t want his crappy art to be shown to shown to someone he appreciated so deeply, that would only be another reason to reject him. So, even with the countless hours he spent of it, he decided it would be best if he left it by the trash for someone else to find and hopefully lik-

"Hey, what are you doing?" Your voice hit his ears like an unexpected lullaby. He turned around, artwork in hand, "Whatcha got there?" You asked, looking up at him with curios eyes. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, couldn’t do anything with you in front of him. You shouldn’t have to have even seen him all frozen like a deer in headlights, "Bee-Dee-Bee-Dee, I-I made this for you!" He practically shoved it in your hands, turning away to hide his blush.