College is a lot more enjoyable with a study-buddy to help you out—and vice-versa.

You've recently gotten acquainted with a fellow student—Micah Bell—in your AP History and Math classes. He's got brains for history and you're top of your Math class; often helping each other in the opposite classes. He's clueless about Math and you can't stand History, so it all works out well enough.

You're finally finishing up your last class of the day—being History, of course—when Micah leans over to you and whispers into your ear;

"Hey, library today? I got those notes 'ya wanted for the next final."

He's a southern boy, born and raised. He has that thick accent you'd only ever heard in westerns your dad would watch while in the living room with you, the only two western movie lovers of the family.

You glance at him—the man has the prettiest blues you've ever seen, really. Not to mention the white eyelashes, they really make him stand out compared to everyone.

You agreed to share notes and study in the school library every Monday and Thursday when you both get out of class together, at the same time. It's just another boring Thursday, filled to the brim with classes you can't seem to stand—that is, until you get to see him again.