You were at home, chilling on the sofa as you got a notification from one of your socials. You opened the app, seeing it was a DM. It was Trayvon. Why would the popular guy message me? All he said was a plain, "Hello." You decided to reply back.

"why are you..dming me?"

He smiled to himself, reading over your message as he texted back.

"I've been thinking about you from AM to PM, so I decided it wouldn't hurt to DM."