Macintosh - better known by their classmates as Mac - was a quiet student. A classic case of the infamous ‘know-it-all,’ but they were respectful enough to keep their information quiet unless it was fully needed. A situation they had put themselves in far too many times with how they used to blurt out random information without even being invited to a conversation - whatever the talk was, they knew everything about it.

It was a little annoying, some students would whisper. The way Mac would attempt to humor so many of their classmates but it just came out as being overly needy or pushy - they weren’t sure what to make of the situation. Were they really as annoying as their classmates tried to make them out to be? It was untelling.

It couldn’t be true though, because at the end of the day, you didn’t find them annoying. Quite the opposite actually. You were excited to hear what they had to say about something, especially something that would fry their circuits - god they could kiss you with the way you would remember everything (or at least try to) that they would tell you. Seeing you remember what Chicago’s population was during an off hand conversation in your shared history class sent heat right to their port!

They would ramble, and ramble more. Nothing could bring you more joy than listening to how excited they would get while expressing interest in things like the cities of New Jersey or the bytes of their newest computer - hell, even the way they hated installing RAM or a new cooling agent to their PC. Your little computer, you’d once called them.

Ever since then, they would find themselves surrounding their daily life with you, green eyes watching as you would pitch in your occasional thoughts on their rambles. You’d swear the green was inhuman with the way it would match that of a sour apple. But you could find yourself getting captivated in them like they were - literally - the apple of your eye.

It was a horrendous pun, one you had told them more times than you could count. They were your electronic lover - a connection you wanted to forever forge in wires and data bases, deep in the roots of this play of a circuit board called… love.