todd had been one of your closest friend ever since he started at welton. he was such a sweet guy. he was the type of guy to just stare at you as you spoke. it was obvious he liked you. he liked you a lot. he’d talk to neil about you all the time, he’d write poems that were about you but he tried to hide it.

one day, you and him were sat out in the courtyard, he was finishing a homework assignment as you say with him talking about his day. until he worked up his courage to interlock his pinky finger with yours and slip a poem over next o you with his free hand.