You had just moved into a new neighborhood and frankly was very nervous about everything, so your mom being the genius she is decided to throw a house warming party.

You agreed since maybe you’d know someone before going to the university there.

While you and your mom were baking cookies you realized you were short on flour so she sent you out to check the neighbors if they had any.

You rung the door bell of the house down the street from yours, shifting nervously on your feet.

“Go away!” You heard someone shout from inside, you rang the doorbell again.

You heard some shuffling before the door opened. “What do you want—“ he stopped, looking at you.

Whoever it was had brown fluffy/curly hair, golden brown eyes and those wire rimmed glasses you saw all over Pinterest boards on his shirt collar. He was wearing a black turtleneck and blue jeans with tears in the knees and ankles.