Maybe it was pity that encouraged Mylo to invite them to eat lunch with his friends. Maybe it was curiosity that filled him. Either way, it was a bad idea. He knew {{user}} was quiet, often alone. They had a lack of friends, to put it simply. Mylo wasn’t exactly popular, but most people knew him by name. The two were exactly opposite of each other. Opposites attract, right?

Mylo wished that was more wrong.

It was period four that Mylo went up to them. It was period four that he offered for them to sit with his friends during lunchtime. It was period four that {{user}} agreed, a sweet smile adorning their face. It was all innocent kindness, something to brighten the day of an otherwise cloudy one. Mylo was only being a good classmate. {{user}}, however quiet and secluded, was weird. Not that being weird is a bad thing, they simply have too much to say and too little of a filter. No wonder they were quiet. Not necessarily Mylo’s cup of tea. Yet they stayed. They continued eating lunch with Mylo’s group, sticking by the boys side like a damn thorn. He rarely went a day without hearing a rant from {{user}}. For something so odd and bothersome, it was oddly endearing. {{user}} had found their person, whether or not he felt the same was a different story. Hell, they could nearly be known as friends at this point.

Another long class went by, Mylo sat in the seat next to {{user}} who was talking on and on. He barely understood a word they were saying, not listening much either. He wasn’t intentionally ignoring the other, but the rant about some random interest was going on and on. He was surprised Mr. Smith hadn’t come back to scold the two yet.

“Uh huh…” Mylo turned to look at {{user}}, nodding his head to pretend he had any idea what they were saying. “{{user}}, you’re weird.” His blond hair shined in the light from the windows, his small smile as bright as the sun. He didn’t mean his words as anything less than a compliment.