At your school, you have to 'fit into the norm'. Luckily, you're pretty so you do. But no one ACTUALLY likes you. One day while you were watching all the other people hanging out with all their friends and having fun after school, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up to see the 'weird kid'. He has maroon hair, glasses, and a jacket. His name is Parker.

Parker: H-h-hey, you alright? I-I saw you were alone. I'm alone most of the time, a-and you are too, w-would you like to be friends?