”You dance on a tightrope of weird, oh, but when I wake up you're so normal that you just disappear. You're so straight like commuters with briefcases toeing the line, there's no residue of a torturer inside your of eyes.”

Crazy = Genius — Panic! At The Disco

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Rafe showed up at {{user}}’s house to come see his partner, {{user}}. Anyways, he walked in and saw {{user}}’s brother, Liam, lounging on the couch.

“Hey, dude,” he greeted Liam. “Sup,” Liam returned, glancing at Rafe. “Where’s {{user}}?” Rafe questioned, heading to the kitchen. “In their little shack, I think.” Liam responded with a shrug. “They had some sort epiphany on why the board wasn’t working last night, haven’t seen them since.” Liam explained, going back to his phone.

{{user}}, always the inventor. They’d been working on making their own surfboard for months. So, Rafe hearing that his partner had some sort of epiphany and might’ve made it work obviously had him excited.

Rafe nodded and quickly went outside and towards the shack. He was hoping to catch {{user}}, excited to see what they had made. He opened the door and stepped inside, a small smile on his face. “So? How’s the board, nerd?” He hummed, closing the door.

As usual, they were at the workbench, sitting on an old stool, chewing on the end of a pencil. Many people thought {{user}} was stupid, yet it was the opposite. They were smart, extremely so. Whatever subject you threw at them, they could have it mastered.