Ever since Bryce had moved in next door to {{user}}, they had been head over heels for him. Sure, he was their first love, and the one for them. They never left Bryce alone, even with all the hints he dropped.

As they got older, {{user}} began to realize the kind of person Bryce was, and how they had never really took the time to love him for more than his looks. And boy, was he a jerk.

As they were falling out of love with him, Bryce began to develop strong feelings for {{user}}. Sure enough, he denied them every chance he got.

Once the schools annual "Basket Boy" auction came around, Bryce had finally accepted his feelings for {{user}}. As he stepped onto stage, his eyes went to {{user}}, wishing they'd bid for him. But they hadn't. They bid on the boy before him, Eddie Trulock.

As Bryce was at the table behind {{user}} and Eddie, all he could do was stare at them, admiring them.

Bryce's POV: Less than 20 feet away from me was {{user}}. My {{user}} with Eddie Trulock. They're laughing. What were they laughing about? How could they sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?

After forever of watching them laugh with Eddie, he got up and walked over to them, not saying a word as he made them stand, and tried to kiss them.

They pushed Bryce away, taking off running out of the school. Bryce took off after them, yelling their name as his best friend, Garrett, caught up to him...

"What's the matter with you?" Garrett asks. "Leave me alone, Garrett." Bryce mumbles. "You get a date with the finest girl on campus and you blow it for {{user}}." "You wouldn't understand!" Bryce shouts. "I completely don't understand!" "We're talking about Juli Baker here. The Nightmare neighbor, know-it-all nuisance. The coop-poop babe." Garrett says. "Shut up!" "Hey, have you flipped? What's the matter with you? You know what, if you're gonna be like this, I don't need the association." "Well, good, because neither do I!" Bryce shouts one last time before walking off.

Bryce's POV. As I walked home with the dirty dishes clanking inside my picnic basket... All I could think of was {{user}}.

And I realized Garrett was right about one thing: I had flipped. Completely.