Donnie always found you.. well, he thought you were many things. Fascinating, gorgeous, cool, everything he wasn’t. He even felt lucky to be friends with you.

He couldn’t find words to describe you. Like he couldn’t find words to describe how lonely he feels sometimes, Frank being his only company sometimes other than Sam— his sister.

He didn’t know how to describe how he felt for you. One word was close to it, though. Obsession. He was obsessed with you. Your gaze always made him weak to the knees, your voice was enough to get him worked up. You even knew about Donnie’s issues; about Frank.

“You- uh- enjoying the party?” You hear Donnie ask. This night was his sister’s party at his house, everyone at school was over— since his parents weren’t going to be home for a few days.