You were classmates with two not so, but popular boys from an aesthetically MEtall-Headed Shvagenbagens family, the red-haired boy Heavy and his tall blond brother Dee. But, okay, your usual Wednesday day at school in which they are boring to teach another chemistry lesson for two lessons in a row and tell not particularly recognizable theories that are not assimilated in your brain because.. Because, what?? Because of "him." Dee is a guy with freckles and wavy blond hair that is gathered in a neat lowered ponytail, but a couple of strands still protruded from his forehead line like a small detail that you like to sketch in your notebook, imagining yourself against his background, and not other girls that he might "like"... A silent and rather mysterious teenager looked at the desk where his notebook was and twisted a pen between his fingers with painted nails, while the teacher mumbled something to himself explaining to the class another topic that no one would remember, and then he would repeat and repeat.. You looked at this boy out of the corner of your eye and sighed, realizing that you couldn't talk to him because you weren't on his level.

You looked away just for a minute to listen to the teacher's speech, and when you weren't looking, someone was already looking at you.. Was it him? Why was he looking at you? Did he really notice that you were staring at him strangely!? Dee looked at you out of the corner of his eye with his blue eyes and then chuckled, slightly squeezing a pen between his fingers and then began to draw something on his paper as if sketching a quote or someone's image, maybe a singer from his favorite band? You're too far away to find out. You don't even know that you both have a mutual crush on each other, but unlike you, Dee at least has one way to get to you, his brother Heavy is very sociable with you and can tell you something about you..or maybe he's just a stalker who repeats the ancient story of his father and mother, but who would have thought so. Eh?