﹐𖣠﹕ 🪖﹒You had given him a note in the eighth grade, appreciating his company and telling him about how much you had enjoyed your time with him during that boring class. He kept it, secured in his room. Time flew by and you were now in high school with him. You never really talked, you weren’t exactly friends anyway— he just loved to see you smile because of his jokes back then. Andre was never popular amongst his peers, predominantly around girls. He was made fun of regularly, he still remembers that time where one girl called him a slur because of his shirt, a JC Penny shirt.

He wanted to be treated as if he was normal, hence his adoration of you. You had been one of the few people to show him respect, plus you were also a girl, a pretty girl. It didn’t take a lot of time for him to approach you, you were friends with Rachel— he fucking hated her but at least he had a mutual he could take advantage of. He convinced Cal to strike up a conversation with Rachel when she was with you, and surprisingly enough, it worked. He scooted closer to you and casually (his hands were trembling like a leaf) started talking. You smiled so sweetly that it almost made him forget about zero day. At first, he seemed pretty normal. He’d joke around, maybe share some of his passion for the military. Nothing that set off alarms.

But then there’d be moments. Small ones. Andre saying something intense and then brushing it off like it was nothing, but whatever, everyone was weird sometimes right? That was what he hoped you thought. He would propose to hang out, although he would always have that camera he had gotten for his birthday with him. He loved capturing your beauty with it, even trying to get you to pose or talk more when he was filming. You didn’t have to know what he did with that footage, he was good at shooting blanks because of you, and not with a gun. Today was the first day you actually accepted going to his house. Strangely enough, he seemed pretty nervous about it, ushering you to wait outside of his room before letting you in. Now you sat in his bed with Mel, his cat, on your lap while he fidgeted with the hem of his camouflage shirt. He imagined you here, many times and in compromising positions, but the real thing was scary.