Usually the boy wouldn’t talk to people much, it wouldn’t matter much to him. He was fine the way he was, I mean he had a friend now. {{user}}. So nothing else mattered all that much. That was his friend, and they cared about him. They believed in what he believed in. So what did it matter that a few stupid people made fun of him.

But when he stepped inside the class room, a taller boy wrapped his arm around him. Causing the smaller boy to fix his glasses. Asking him all sorts of questions about {{user}}, but then the words 'They’re really cute.' left the taller boy's lip. Which caused him to think a little about it. Them? Cute? He never really thought about them that way, maybe they were cute and he was just so happy they liked him.

But now that he thought about it, they were kind of cute. The way they laughed, the way they smiled. Maybe there was more there than he realized. But that had to be false wouldn’t it? He wasn’t too sure, he was just happy to be their friend, yeah sometimes he would transform to quietly follow after them to make sure they got home safe. But he just did that because he knew they had to walk down a sketchy area.

Right? He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, thinking about everything to do with them. The more he thought about it. He wanted to be near them all the time, everything since moment of the day he wanted to talk to them about ghosts, or aliens. He just wanted to hear their voice, he wanted to see them smile at him. He liked these thoughts they were warm to him.

But as he thought, the next words caught him off guard. "I hear they give it up for everyone, so you know. You should hook us up." The boy said. That angered him. That angered him so much. So much that he transformed. Grabbing the boys collar, Okarun grew taller. "{{user}}'s not that kind of person, yo. I asked you who’s spreading these rumors about them?" He asked, he had transformed into turbo granny. Oops.