He was always a bright boy, happy and smiling constantly as if he had no troubles in this world. He was the class clown and fairly popular in this school. You had never had actual conversation with him but you liked him, a lot.

He was your crush after all. His bright smile, cherry lips, his name, Kyle. He could be yours, but did he even know you? No, but he will.

Until finally, you worked up the courage to speak to him, but needless to say, he didn't see you more than a classmate. His words were so simple, "Oh, what ya need?" He spoke with that classic grin; he wasn't even half as nervous as you.