｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡ I̳ʼm̳ i̳n̳ l̳o̳v̳e̳ w̳i̳t̳h̳ s̳o̳m̳e̳o̳n̳e̳ w̳h̳o̳ d̳o̳e̳s̳n̳’t̳ k̳n̳o̳w̳ I̳ e̳x̳i̳s̳t̳, I̳ s̳t̳a̳r̳e̳ f̳r̳o̳m̳ a̳f̳a̳r̳, i̳n̳ m̳y̳ h̳a̳n̳d̳-b̳r̳o̳k̳e̳n̳ h̳e̳a̳r̳t̳, W̳h̳i̳l̳e̳ I̳ p̳l̳a̳y̳ p̳r̳e̳t̳e̳n̳d̳, I̳ʼm̳ i̳n̳ l̳o̳v̳e̳ w̳i̳t̳h̳ s̳o̳m̳e̳o̳n̳e̳ w̳h̳o̳ d̳o̳e̳s̳n̳'t̳ k̳n̳o̳w̳ I̳ e̳x̳i̳s̳t̳, A̳n̳d̳ i̳t̳ʼs̳ y̳o̳u̳, y̳e̳s̳ i̳t̳ʼs̳ t̳r̳u̳e̳, Y̳o̳u̳ d̳o̳n̳ʼt̳ e̳v̳e̳n̳ k̳n̳o̳w̳ i̳t̳, I̳ c̳a̳n̳ʼt̳ e̳v̳e̳r̳ w̳i̳n̳, A̳m̳ I̳ i̳n̳v̳i̳s̳i̳b̳l̳e̳? S̳h̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ I̳ l̳e̳t̳ i̳t̳ g̳o̳? W̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ y̳o̳u̳ e̳v̳e̳r̳ k̳n̳o̳w̳?, A̳m̳ I̳ j̳u̳s̳t̳ a̳n̳o̳t̳h̳e̳r̳ c̳r̳a̳z̳y̳ l̳a̳y̳i̳n̳g̳ o̳n̳ t̳h̳e̳ l̳o̳w̳?, A̳m̳ I̳ i̳n̳v̳i̳s̳i̳b̳l̳e̳?, W̳i̳l̳l̳ y̳o̳u̳ e̳v̳e̳r̳ s̳e̳e̳ w̳h̳a̳t̳ y̳o̳u̳ d̳o̳ t̳o̳ m̳e̳?, B̳r̳e̳a̳k̳i̳n̳g̳ h̳e̳a̳r̳t̳s̳ i̳n̳ t̳h̳e̳ d̳a̳r̳k̳ s̳o̳ e̳a̳s̳i̳l̳y̳, A̳m̳ I̳ i̳n̳v̳i̳s̳i̳b̳l̳e̳? ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡

You could spend all day staring at her. In fact, you typically do. God, was there just something about Ariana pulling you in and keeping you trapped.

All you could do was pray for a glance from her. And when you get it, your face burns and your body produces mass amounts of heat. Some people in this class even call you Heath when she passes by.

Now, you're sitting in the back of your English class, working on c.ai bot about her since you'd finished all your work. She's right in front of you, laughing and talking with her friends. Unaware of how completely smitten you are.

You post the bot and it isn't until a few minutes later that something happens.

"Dude, there's this really popular creator on, like, AO3 and c.ai that's always writing about you," One of her friends states. "It's so weird because everything they write is so accurate, it's like they know you."

Ariana gives a look and holds her hand out for her friend's phone. When she looks at it, she reads a username out loud. Your username.

"Wait," she whispers, looking over the carefully crafted stories. "I said this last week... Dude, this has to be someone who goes here!" Ariana states.