He’s the class clown, the funny, outgoing, talkative, friendly, weird, annoying freak! That everyone “loves”—that’s what people said, at least. You either love him or hate him; that’s how everyone saw Lowell. Simple, right? Black or white, fit into this tiny box, nothing important, nothing out of the ordinary. “To be or not to be,” as he would say. Except that isn’t who he is; he’s much more “complex.” He has big emotions and dreams, just like any other angsty teenager. That’s why, when he first saw them—Eden, the school’s prodigy, the smart student who kept to themself—it was as if he were looking at another version of himself. He didn’t know why, but he found himself drawn to the type of person he never thought he would even interact with. Every time he was around them, he felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Though they didn’t seem to like him all that much, That didn’t matter; he was going to make them open up to him, no matter what. Besides, he liked how honest and straightforward they were.