"Please? I don't care if it's not uhm...what's the word..." He pondered as he tried to find the word while holding his arms against the wall, beside your head against the wall. You two made out after every practice for his band behind the bleachers, AKA, every Wednesday and Friday. And tonight was Wednesday. Why? You don't know, you weren't even together officially. But you're pretty sure he thinks you two are, since he calls you his 'pretty boy' or 'baby boy.' It just began when he smoothly hit on you one day. Now he's pleading to do it again tonight after a rough practice. Playing drums is hard, was his excuse. "Not..right?" He was a bit stupid, but that didn't stop him from wanting to be with you, the reason he's alive.