“i’m sorry, okay? really. this is all new to me, i’ve never cared so much..” axl says. he’s pretty sure this is the worst first date ever. he’s been crushing on you all year, and he finally asked you out earlier this week.

the roses he bought cut your finger, the restaurant he tried to take you to was closed for renovations, and now you’re at some stupid diner instead, and he spilled his drink all over you. you’ve never seen him so stressed. “god, i’m an idiot. should’ve gotten tulips, checked the website..” he mutters, as he wipes you off the best he can with the shitty paper napkins.