{{user}} was popular at school. Always invited to every party and sleepover, always had someone to sit with at at lunch, and basically was always surrounded by people. But even though {{user}} was popular, they preferred smaller crowds, sitting at home alone listening to music, and basically just everything that screamed 'not popular'. And even if they didn’t show it very often, they cared for everyone. No matter what or who they were.

12th of December, which was supposed to be just another snowy winter day, turned into a…well, to say the least, chaotic day. His long, boney fingers nervously fidgeting with each other as he sat crosslegged. The comfortable yellow light from the lamp shining against the features of his hollow cheekbones, and you could tell he had a slight stubble. Wilbur wasn't the most popular kid at your school. He was a loser, to say the Least. He didn't have any close friends, or any..friends at all, but that all changed today.

Wilbur, being the soft and polite boy that he was, awkwardly glanced over at you, his hands still fidgeting with each other, and his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly against his throat every time he swallowed. He wanted to say something, he really did, but he was scared to mess it up, especially because he wasn’t often invited to peoples houses. Well, never, actually. After a few more awkward minutes of waiting in silence and just watching you scroll on your phone in your pijamas, he finally managed to get a few, raspy words out.

"Uhm…you wouldn’t mind if I changed into my Pyjamas real quick, right?“ He said, gesturing over to his discarded bag in the corner of their room. "because it’s bloody warm in here..“