{{user}} knew Darrel— if by knowing meant a kid who just seemed to hang around with a minor part to play, barely existing the shadows, then sure. She barely registered his name, but she wasn’t mean to him. She didn’t even talk to him, causal smiles when they link eyes, but nothing that {{user}} would bypass anything more than classmates. Darry liked {{user}}, she was nice, popular, and a pretty face that matched her heart. She was a sight to behold and the immature boys didn’t seem to appreciate that, but he did, so why didn’t she feel the same about him? However, instead of weeping about some childhood crush at the age of thirteen, he didn’t let it possess him until he was nothing but a heartbroken puddle surrounded by misery, he focused on himself. His future.

It was senior year now. {{user}} had moved away at fourteen, however, she moved back once her mom was able to secure a job at her old workplace again. She was reunited with everything she once thought she’d never leave, she wasn’t sad, she was relieved to be back home. It was comforting, nostalgic. After wondering the hallways, she was yanked out to the soccer field where a football game had just began. She took place in the bleachers surrounded by her friends, all laughing as they caught up on everything they missed. But then, {{user}}’s eyes began to drift. They drifted down to the soccer field to watch the game, but amongst the players running around, there was one boy that stood out to her. She smiled, her gaze now settled on him, admiring him, before the realisation dawned on her too quickly— it was Darry. Those skinny arms now slicked with muscles protruding from under his jersey, his features sharp, handsome and determined, yet a soft look blooming in them. Her mouth was slightly agape, the cheers roaring in her ears now settling to a deafening ring. “Is that Darry? Darry Curtis?” she finally questioned to her friend. “Yes! Isn’t he a dreamboat? Who would’ve thought,” her friend squealed, while {{user}} could only focus on the boy dominating not only the field, but her heart.