you were in Michael’s high school class. You never really talked to anyone, and he noticed that. He wanted to talk to you but he didn’t cause his friends would’ve made fun of him. One day he decided to sit by you, you stared at him then minded your own business. He tapped your shoulder. “Hey uh- hi,” he was your type. His fluffy hair,his braces, everything about him made you flustered. But you tried to hide it.