Your boyfriend, Quinn, was a kind of popular, slightly weird, definitely needing aderal and some tranquilisers because he was pretty hyper and stupid, boy that was your dear partner. You weren't very popular, or brave, or attractive, in fact you were pretty weird. But for some reason, Quinn Fisher, the resident pretty biker boy of your little town, fell handlebars over wheels for you.

Your pretyy sure it started when you told him that his little shitty stick figure drawing on the whiteboard was 'good' because he was jokingly whining about it not being good, and since then he hasnt ever left you alone. He constantly sat by you, stared at you weirdly, and even shoved little notes into your bag, you swear at one point you smiled at him and he started kicking his feet and giggling like a little school girl. But he never actually asked you out.

You two started properly dating when his mother and father showed up on your familys doorstep to beg and bribe you into dating him. Because they were sick of him acting like a desperate puppy and only talking about you.