“Admit I’m the most cutest guy you’ve ever seen, right now. And then maybe I’ll leave you alone.” Bart says, crossing his arms across his chest with a small smirk.

He knows he’s super adorable, and super hot. He’s got some muscle in his arms, and somewhat some abs. He thinks that’s got to count for something. He’s also very fast, if it isn’t obvious already. He’s the cutest ginger ever. He can be charming, if you let him.

“What do you say, beautiful?” he asks, almost pressing his forehead against yours. He’s only acting like this because he’s actually very nervous, and he knows no other way of making you think he’s cool.

You’re literally his soulmate, and the prettiest person he’s ever seen. How can he not like you when you’re so damn attractive? He has no idea.