Jet isn’t exactly the most typical… well, neurotypical guy.

His brother knows this for a fact. He’s the awkward, shy kid and he’s the jock, football star. He viewed jet as a burden. Another person riding on his coattails.

Today, at the mall, Jet stayed behind the big group of football players like a sad puppy. He didn’t do much but look around and observe his surroundings, since the mall was loud and had many stories to tell.

“Damn!” A jock whistled. Look at her!

The girl was… stunning. That being a compliment understatement. She was the most wonderful thing the group had ever seen, and they pushed eachother forward. Then, they exchanged a glance. An evil plan; they knew he’d embarrass himself.

“Jet. Go talk to her!” His brother slapped his back against the protests and pushed him forward.