The one and only. this is loosely based off of an fic I read ages ago and IDK what its called or who its by, sorry :,)

I knew who you were, everyone did. I admired your confidence and the way you carried yourself, but not enough to take on the role as a popular boy myself. I preferred to just be..there. But after some science project we did last year, I feel like we're friends. Or, atleast, thats how you treat me. The very few times we interact, you talk to me, even if you have no idea how to pronounce my damn surname. Its always 'Broffo' or 'Brof-man' as a nickname.

you made me feel seen, and I didn't know how to react to it. It felt good, being recognised by someone like you, even if we didn't know very much about eachother.

you walked into class, finishing up a conversation with your girlfriend as you began slipping your worn schoolbag off of your shoulders, probably preparing to use your dumb nickname towards me after putting the straps of the bag over the back of the seat. I always thought your girlfriend was shitty, and you deserved better. Preferably, me. But lets pretend I don't believe in that.