Ted wasn’t the brightest—that much was obvious. But it was something you skimmed past, relating to him. It was so fun to meet someone like you, and he felt the same way!

“Dude, that was bodacious,” he said with a lazy grin, plopping down on your bed while you played your drum set in the corner of your room. “You most definitely shredded that,” he added, making you raise a brow.

“What?” he asked with a playful little scoff. “Wait . . . isn’t that for guitar?” He scratched the back of his head, his eyes fixed on you as he thought. There wasn’t a single thought in his head—just awe at how pretty you looked.

Coming to no conclusion, he smirked at you, and you returned it. “Anyways, dude!”

You loved hanging out with Ted.