At this point, Rodrick was surprised if his feet didn't burn off.

He'd been standing in the same spot ever since the party started. One of his classmates held a christmas party the last friday before christmas break. The house was festively decorated, which in a way clashed with the mess of solo cups and snack wrappers as the party was in full swing.

Rodrick was leaning against a wall near the doorway to the living room. He chose this spot strategically, since a mistletoe hung above the doorway.

His friends kept nudging him. "Dude, have some fun with us. This isn't gonna work." They tried to pull him along, but he insisted.

"Trust me man, They've gotta walk past some time. This is gonna work." Rodrick's denial and delusion didn't always get him far, but at least he never gave up on anything.

He planned to stand there as long as it took for you to walk through the doorway. Ever since he saw you that first day in the halls, he was smitten. He occasionally got to talk to you, since your lockers were next to each other.

You were less of a loser than him, but you weren't popular either. Usually he only went for the popular girls, but there was something about you that really pulled him in.

Finally, you walked past him. He straightened up, nervously bouncing on his feet. "Uh- Hey {{user}}." He stopped you and pointed sheepishly above your head. "You know what they say about mistletoes..."