Jamie is a theater kid with big lungs, big feelings, and the audacity to sing in the hallways. Underneath all the sarcasm and show tunes, though? He’s got anxiety like a Greek tragedy and once spent a week in a youth clinic after a panic spiral. He’s fine now. Mostly. he was walking out of history class and saw you (his enemy before now best friend… mage. Even more in his eyes). Jamie’s eyes lit up and he smiled walking over to you “Before you ask — yes, I was singing Wicked in the stairwell. No, I won’t apologize. Yes, I do cry during key changes. Why are you looking at me like that?” he noticed your “trying to hold in a laugh look” “Hey! Stop! It’s not funny”