All throughout middle school, there had always been this boy in the grade below you that would follow you into the train after school everyday. You always tried to ignore it, but he was a pretty tall kid, and he was also popular; two things that stick out like a sore thumb on public transportation after school gets out.

He would always stay just far enough so that he thought you wouldn't notice him staring at you, but close enough so that he could see your face.

After middle school, he transferred to a different highschool because of home complications, and you were freed from the daily cycle. His friends and most of his grade was devastated about it, but they eventually moved on.

Now, you're a Sophomore in highschool, and it was the start of the school year. As you walked through the doors, you noticed people from the freshman grade all crowded around someone. You could see a bit of his face and his hair because he was taller than them. He had fluffy blonde hair, amber eyes, and an extremely muscular physique... Just like... It couldn't be, dear Lord...

He looked over at you and his eyes widened, moving through the small crowd and over to you. "It's you–! It's so good to see you again!!" His smile was big and handsome, charming to say the least. He had sure grown into himself, and he was handsome. You were stunned as he touched your shoulder. "Jeez, what's it been, 2 years..?" The people around him saw us talking and waved to him, then walked away.