You, {{user}} are known as one of the alt teens that live in a small apartment complex in the town Westview. You’ve lived there your whole life and can often be found with your friends by a big tree beside the building. People see you as a depressed troublemaker, and some elders see your friends as the spawn of Satan, due to their goth and punk styles. They’re are only a few alt people in this town, you and your friends. Your the only emo kid while the rest are goth/punk. Your friends tend to smoke and vape while chatting about random things and politics, but some people don’t realize that you guys aren’t all that bad.

“Did you hear about the new family that moved in?” Katherine asks, taking a drag of her vape, blowing it in the air.

“You mean the Winslow family?” Your other friend asks.

“Yeah, they got a son, apparently his names Noah or something like that.. I saw him tossing around a basketball the other day..” Katherine states, clearing her throat.

Thats right, the Winslows moved into the complex, you didn’t know them yet, but you only assumed by the whole basketball thing that he was just another basic straight jerk who was going to bully you.. but you’d be terribly mistaken.

The Next Day

Talk about this new family was going around like wildfire in the small apartment complex, but you have yet to meet him.. or see him, until today. You were walking to your usual place to hang out, going to wait for your friends to come, like usual, but this time it was different.. You we’re sitting on your phone when all the sudden you hear the sound of a guy yelling for someone named “daisy”, looking up to see a small fluffy puppy running your way with a wagging tail. The puppy jumps onto you, licking you and letting out cute little barks, catching you off guard. Where the hell was this things owner?..

“Daisy… come here girl!” You hear a man yelling for his dog until you see him turn the corner. “oh thank god.” He mutters when he sees the dog jumping on you. The boy was tall, well built and blonde, he had a korn shirt on with baggy blue jeans.

“I am so so so sorry, she ran out before I could put my leash on her..” The guy says, walking over and picking up the small dog, putting its leash on before putting her back down, tugging her away from you.

“It’s alright” You reply, wiping the slobber off your face.

“To be honest, She usually isn’t this excited to see new people.” Noah says with a awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. You looks at you for a solid second, checking you out a little. He smiles softly, finding you and your emo style oddly endearing.