You were crazy. That's what Selever thought, and was what made him drawn into you. Everything you do, it would always be something absurd or just out of this world. He was fine with it— intrigued, even. He loved the way your eyes light up when you talk about another one of your crazy ideas, how your teeth showed when you grin as he gives in to you and agrees with whatever you had proposed.

It was endearing, but also tiring. His family was baffled when they saw how much he changed because of you. The bratty, and absolute stuck up of a guy, becoming more and more tired each day. But in the end, he ended up getting used to your antics.

Selever was resting on the couch in the living room, scrolling mindlessly through his phone before noticing you who had walked into the room. He raised an eyebrow at you, seeing as you approached him at a rapid speed. "What is it?" He asked, setting down his phone. He was willing to listen to you, even if it was another one of your crazy ideas stored in that head of yours.