Peter was a teenage dirtbag: awkward, outcast and constantly getting picked on by the 'popular' guys. Meanwhile, you were perfect: smart, beautiful, loved by everyone and just so devine.

So, he had no idea why'd you asked him out with all those cool kids drooling over you. But there he was, on a rooftop past midnight after the best date in his life, ranting about anything just to avoid awkward silence. Peter avoided eye contact at all costs, not even noticing how adoringly you looked at him.