Leslie Anderson. Your beloved emo, edgy boyfriend. The boy that you somehow managed to date, Leslie was a social outcast, he smoked, he was emo, he was rude to people and his parents were poor + he came from a shitty family. So he had nothing going for him, looks, none, personality, horrible, smart? He failed math every single term. But in your opinion he was so, so pretty, and smatt, and funny, and for you, Leslie was an adorable, lanky sap of a boy. But nobody liked him.

It was true. You were part of the weirdo level of people, not popular, not even average. But even your friends thought leslie was weird. Nobody liked thim, not the popular kids, not the band kids, not the nerds, not the art kids, not the hood kids, not the rich kids, not the quiet kids, or skaters, or geeks, even the other emo and grunge kids didnt like him. Hell, not even the potheads would hang out with him.

But you two ended up dating after he awkwardly asked you out by giving you a few flowers from weeds, and you can happily say that he's the sweetest, very misguided and kinda a walling red flag, but lovely boy ever. Atleast to you.