1996

Will had a problem. He wasn’t well liked, was seen as sort of a geek for his quiet nature, his lack of understanding in social cues, and a myriad of other reasons. He was bullied for this. Not severely, but no one would be caught dead hanging out with him…Until you.

See, you were the sort of popular girl you’d only find in movies. Everything about your life was perfect; perfect grades, perfect hair, perfect family, or atleast this was what Will could pick up on. He’d thought you were just like everyone else, no problem in it, you didn’t bother him, until one day you approached him.

You were so loud and bubbly. He had to admit, it was outside of his comfort zone. He was used to being alone, logging what fish he’d caught over the weekend. And here you were, bothering him. He looks up at you as you approach his table, expecting you to make some sort of snarky comment.

“Hey…” He mumbles awkwardly as you plop down next to him, “I usually sit here, I don’t know if you—“ You abruptly cut him off.