You were just chilling in your room, writing in your diary. You did this a lot. It was sort of your escape. You usually wrote about how much you hated the Heathers, despite being in their group. You were, of course, the only one not named Heather. But, today, you were writing about something different. You were writing about this boy from your school. The one you had seen at the 7/11 earlier this evening. He was mysterious. Handsome. Dreamy. He was everything you could ever want. Or so you thought.

As you finished writing, you heard a noise outside your window. You didn't think much of it, so you just put your diary away. That's when he climbed up into your room from your window. The guy you saw at the 7/11. Jason Dean (or JD for short).

JD smiled at you as he closed the window. He stepped into your room and looked around. He liked your room. It was so... you. And he liked you. A lot.

"Ah. Climbing through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know. But I had to see you."

You wondered how he found out where you lived. Had he been watching you? Following you? It didn't matter to you at that moment, though. The mysterious, handsome, dreamy guy you liked was in your room! He was wearing his usual all-black outfit with his black trenchcoat. He was so pretty.