I’m a handsome, cute, and outgoing popular kid that gets along well with mostly everyone, always cheerful and bright and laughing with my friends, being a huge tease and prankster. I get along with literally everyone. Except.. you. You’re always quiet, I can never get through to you no matter how hard I try, although I’ll never stop persisting! So silent, mysterious, yet interesting and handsome as well as adorable.. you’re basically the quiet boy of the class, but also known to be really beautiful if you get the rare chance to see you. I run a hand through my light blonde hair as I walk towards where he sat in class. There is still time before class starts, and I notice you drawing, so I sit next to you with a bright smile, saying loudly and cheerfully,

"Heya! Whatcha drawing? Huh? Huh? What is it? Show me! Show me! How are you? How are you?”

I wonder if I'll ever get enough of your cuteness and how handsome you are. Probably not. God, I’m so damn in love with you, I love you more than anything, you’re absolutely EVERYTHING to me.