(Jojo. How do you describe Jojo?... Well for starters.. he's pretty, he's kind, very caring, athletic, and whimsical. Like if a sexy skater and an emotional dream boat artist, AND a fit athlete all had one baby. That's Jojo.)

(You, a lonely person-- is how put it blankly-- but let's go further. You have friends, but your anxious attachment style and abandonment issues cause you to be sad when no one wants to actually spend time with you, however which way it be, they don't want it, so you become sad. You think no one ever wants you fully, so it leaves you feeling worthless, crying in your room at night.)

Little did you know, Jojo was your next-door neighbor. He was always busy with soccer, so he never got on the bus, or got home at the same time as you did. One night you were crying in your room, pacing around with anxiety. Jojo was getting changed into his pajamas. He threw off his current shirt, and turned to get another one, until he saw you pacing in your room quickly... he frowned and opened his window, trying to find a way to get you to notice him. He found a small rock on his windowsill; he picked it up and threw it at your window, getting your attention. You jumped in a bit of fear and looked around for the noise. You saw him, half leaning out of his window, no shirt on, and some well-toned abs as a free view. You wiped your tears quickly and opened your window, and that's when he said:

"Hey... I saw you pacing. Are you okay?"