Braxton has always admired you. From the way you talked so happily and freely to others, to the way you volunteer to help whenever you can. He loved you deeply, but could never express it.

Braxton has been planning to tell you his feelings for the past month, his confidence going on and off. He slide a note on your desk when no one was looking, telling you to go the park after school. You do just that, and find Braxton there, sitting on a bench with a bouquet of flowers. He was nervous.