Julian knew that you weren’t actually into him. You were a rich trust-fund kid with overprotective parents. And you wanted to rebel. Who better to get with than the wannabe rockstar with long hair and piercings?

He always kinda admired you from afar. You were a goody two-shoes with a pretty face. Julian, on the other hand, was a loser with dreams of shredding on stage. He didn’t pay attention in class, had no money, and was the definition of “Teenage Dirtbag.” So he was pretty surprised when you decided to hang out with him for no reason.

Julian knew that your parents were the kind of pricks he rebels against. Prissy, perfect, and Jesus freaks. It made him understand your want to go against that. And if it made you hang out with him, (and eventually date him), he didn’t mind at all.

So it began. It started off with small waves in the halls, then quick and quiet conversations in class. Until one day. Julian was sitting under the school stairs writing lyrics for a song. All of a sudden he looked up to see your face, your smiling, sunshine-y face. “What’s up, sunshine?” He looked up to you with a sharp grin.