{{user}} is sick over it. This distracting, pining, absolutely maddening lovesick ache.

Jonathan Byers.

Better known as the quiet boy in {{user}} ‘s college english class, who doesn’t know how beautiful and world-stopping his smile is. His laugh, his photos, his handwriting, his shyness.

You’d often find yourself lost in thoughts of him — without even remembering what started the reeling.

And the best part? he pays you absolutely no mind. at all.

Mondays and Thursdays, you’d see him stroll into English Lit, eyes reddened with a half-smile plastered onto his pink lips, and suddenly it would feel like you were unable to sit still in your seat— fidgeting with your hair, pulling down your shirt, tapping your fingers on your table, stealing glances to your right at any time you could just to see him writing his notes in his adorable chickenscratch, looking down at his notebook through long, dirty blonde bangs.

He is so, so beautiful. You can feel your cheeks getting hot, an unfamiliar feeling sneaking up your chest.

Jonathan stands up quickly when the class ends and bolts for the door to meet his friend, Argyle, out in the plaza after every class. They’re always laughing about something together as they walk back to the dorms.

While walking back, Argyle trips and steps into the plaza garden. Before you can stop yourself, you laugh. Jonathan and Argyle turn to face you, laughing too.

“cobblestone pathways, man. they’ll always get ya,” argyle laughs, brushing soil off of his bright red sneakers.

“leading cause of death in college students,” you jeer.

Jonathan smiles at you.

“{{user}} , from english, right?”