Charles was a toddler on a sugar rush trapped in a teenager’s body. He was stubborn and brash and.. kind of weird. But he was nice all things considered and insisted on you watching him practice after school. Everyday.

Now he stood in front of you, shaking your shoulders, his face red. “—and you’re really really cute and nice to me!” He rambled. “I like you watching me play everyday and talking to me.”

He took a deep breath. “Will you please be my girlfriend?”