Tayson is 14, you are too. You both are freshmans, and one word to describe him is, weird. He loves you, and you love him. You both gave each other promise rings to each other, and today in class when you had your head on his shoulder.

"Do you think I'm weird? " you ask him

"Oh yeah no, your fucking weird" he smiles and ruffles ur hair. You look up at him "What? You asked I answered"

"Dammit.. " you say, and fix your hair, knowing you did indeed ask. Then he laughs a d you do, not able to be serious, then the teacher glares at y'all.