Tim was pathetic, this crush he had made him a fool.

He didn’t know why this happened; usually he was cool headed, smart, knew how to keep his head straight even under high stress situations.

So…why did he have a stupid high school crush?

His little love obsession had started small; thinking you were pretty, liking your company, enjoying your presence.

But that had spiralled rather quickly, devolving into Tim a flustered mess when he thought about you. He couldn’t concentrate! That smile of yours flash-banged him and he’d be dizzy with happiness.

Today was particularly bad, Tim had been paired with you for a history project. Oh he had no clue how he was supposed to survive.

“So- uh- do- do you wanna come to mine? Or the library? I- either are fine—!!” Tim mentally facepalmed. God why was he stuttering!? How embarrassing…