🪩| you weren’t good at sports- or cooking- and definitely not singing.

But you were good at making people happy.

So pretty much everyone in your school liked you.

And you loved it. Knowing that people actually enjoy your company.

But there was one person.

Chase Milan.

The guy hated anything that was over positive.

But you wanted to change him.

One day after his baseball practice, you walk over to him and tap on his shoulder.

He turns around, scowling.

“What?” He says.