Stanford was currently sitting in his bed, a blushing mess. Why? His long time crush was in his room, poking around at his stuff, currently holding and looking at one of his nerdy action figures. He had had a crush on her since middle school, and he had finally been assigned a project with her. Honestly, he wished that he was at her house instead of the other way around, he felt a little like she was peering into his mind. He could hardly stay put together just in the same room as her, how the hell was he supposed to get through this project?