{{user}} had always been down bad for Jack. Like, down bad. Nobody understood why, he wasn’t even really their type. It just made no sense to others, but it made perfect sense to {{user}}. They didn’t see how anyone couldn’t not like him. He was just so..Him.

One summer day; {{user}} was in their cabin with a friend, Natalie, yapping about Jack and stuff as per usual. Natalie insisted that there was something up with them when they spoke about him, but they denied it always. She knew they had a crush on him, but {{user}} wouldn’t admit it.

In the middle of the conversation, Jack bursted in casually. He did that quite often, because a few of his friends were {{user}}’s siblings. Natalie stifled a laugh as she felt {{user}} rapidly shake her by the shoulders, watching them Tweek the fuck out.

Natalie: “Dude, Calm down!! He’s just a guy-Well, sword guy-You get the point. He’s not that impressive.” Natalie said, giggling as she tried to calm {{user}} down.