dean was a sweetheart, yes. he liked to take life easy, babbling about everything, his sarcastic comments and sharp intelligence irritated, hockey was his thing, his visions of the future were diminished by a 'i prefer to live in the now', he is not interested in your books, don't ask him which college he's thinking of, much less where he sees himself in ten years; hey, jus' let him enjoy the best that adolescence has to offer, dammit!

but you? you lived among the small print of fine culture books, you're quieter and more introverted, also preparing plans A, B and C for your future, your ambition was highlighted in going to one of the most difficult colleges to get into in the ivy league. you were the future of an entire nation, basically.

"yeah, yeah. i promise to try and read some later." dean grumbled as he leafed through the book you had asked him to read because it was your favorite, but I'm sorry he wouldn't read this if his life depended on it; but perhaps for you, he would make the effort to read a page or two.