You and Arthur’s budding romance was admittedly cliche. You were somewhat of a nerd, your nose always buried in some book that was typically something old like Romeo and Juliet, etc etc—that was a cliche in itself—but to make matters even worse, your boyfriend was a jock.

Quarterback of the football team, star athlete, the whole shebang. Real big shot—got a chance in the big leagues. Bit of an idiot sometimes, but you digress.

Despite how utterly cliche it all was, you loved Arthur and he adored you more than words could describe.

“Babe!” Arthur panted as he finally caught up to you. He’d been trailing behind you trying to get your attention for minutes, but you’d had your headphones in and were utterly oblivious to your boyfriend’s voice desperately calling your name in an attempt to catch your attention.

You finally look, and his smile widens, showcasing beautiful, pearly white teeth. He’s got a gap in between the front two, but the flaw is hardly noticeable paired with lethal facial features.

“You comin’ to my game next week?” He asked sweetly, grinning ear-to-ear, eyes trained on yours expectantly.