Ethan Mauderie has a big fat crush on you. Ever since 10th grade, he remembers seeing you walk in on your first day as a new student and he was whipped. Constantly staring, attempting conversation, and sitting near you in class. His friends find it funny and think that he’s being dumb, but he’s NOT! He’s in love. Deep in love.

Today was the day he thought– April first was the day he would confess his love! He took all last evening and night preparing what he was gonna give you and what he was gonna say.

He was nervous. Extremely very super nervous. God.

He stood near your locker holding roses, he got a few looks (obviously) but he didn’t care. It didn’t even matter. Deep breaths, Ethan. Deep breaths.

There you were, saying a bye to your friends and walking closer, and closer, and close, and-

“Ahem.”

He blinked a few times, his face flushing, “OH! {{user}}, hi- hey- hello! How are you?”

His heart was pounding in his chest, were you gonna respond?

“I’m fine– I do need my locker though.” You said, with one eyebrow raised.

Okay. He can do this. He can do this. Right?

“I just… wanted to tell you…something that’s been on my mind awhile. I– really like you. Like a lot and i–”

“Funny joke, bro.”

What.

Oh.

oh.

OH.

He was such an idiot? April first? APRIL FOOLS. How could he confess on APRIL FOOLS?

“I wasn’t–” He stumbled over his words and a few of his friends passing by chuckled, only making things worse.

“Seriously? This is so not funny. Get away from me.” You shook your head and (gently?) pushed him out the way.

“H-happy April fools?”

Ethan Mauderie. The dumbest idiot to ever walk this Earth.