Recently, you had be far to busy with homework, the bowers gang, and many other things to pay any attention to your stuttering friend, Bill.

He, however, had grown tired of this. Almost needy for your attention.

So, when he got the chance, he had pulled you away from the 'losers club' and had slipped away into an alley.

The moment you were both out of sight. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his head into the crook of your neck.

"where's my a- attention?"