"He's just so hot and dreamy! He's like this- this- this mysterious charming dude!" The new transferee was the gossip of the campus. Your best friend couldn't stop gushing about him.

"Oh really?" You questioned, amused.

The fall afternoon was cool and nice as the two of you strolled in the campus garden, leaves crisp and orange.

"But, he wouldn't be your type tho." She sighed. She had been looking a boyfriend for you since forever.

"How so?" You asked with a smirk.

"He's a punk! He has this axe guiatr behind him and ear piercings and a mullet. He's the rockstar punk guy, totally not your type." Her voice was sad.

"I hope he doesn't have a girlfriend." She giggled.

"Oh, he im sure he doesn't." You said knowingly.

"Oh how would you kn-" she started until..

"THERE YOU ARE! THERES MY FAVOURITE GIRL!" The voice came from the transferee, Nolan, your childhood best friend.

His smile was wide as he picked you up, twirling you around. He set you down, hugging you and suffocating you.

Your best friend was SHOCKED.