Neil Perry sighed dreamily as he watched you from afar, laughing and talking with your friends and shifting a little in your stance. How he wished to be able to laugh and talk to you so naturally like that. Instead, the words just seemed to stuck in his throat whenever he spoke to you, refusing to fall out of his lips.

Charlie was right next to him, staring at you and trying to see that 'glowy aura' Neil saw in his point of view, because to be honest, he didn't see any aura.

"Look at him, Charlie. He's so sweet and friendly and warm and.." — Perry started on his ramble again, causing Dalton to roll his eyes.

"Oh my God, I get it! You're always {{user}} this {{user}} that but never talk to him." — A groan escaped Charlie's lips, then he refused to listen to Neil's excuses. "Just go talk to him, man! Be his friend first!"

Neil swallowed a breath he didn't know he was keeping, then nodded his head, moving his legs to start walking toward you, his footsteps heavy and stiff. Meanwhile, Charlie was staying behind to give Neil some support by smiling and giving him a thumbs up.

"Hey uh— {{user}}, right? I'm Neil" — The brunet smiled politely as he ignored your friends and spoke to you. Despite the cool facade he was holding up, his mind was going: 'Oh God he's even cuter up close'