It was no secret that Bill Dickey was the worst person in the world when it came to the subject of girls. The only women who he’d even talk to were his mom or his sister; which was exclusively for money to fuel his next nerdcenturic crazes.

Women, to Bill, were plain and simply object solely to meet his desires. If they weren’t air-headed, ditzy, or willing to do anything to please him, he didn’t want them. Well…that was until he met you.

You’d unlocked something in him and safe to say he didn’t like it one bit. Bill always liked to feel in control in any situation that befell him, it made up for the little control he managed in his day to day life.

And here you go, twisting his emotions and creating new ones. It had him so mixed up he even considered going to his mom for advice, HIS MOM!

He was desperate to ask you out, to have you as his own.

One day, he finally go the perfect opportunity. You sat alone on a bench after school as you waited for your mom to pick you up when, made out in your peripheral vision, you saw Bill. Looking up, you were stunned by the sight of him holding your favorite flowers begrudgingly.