You and Aaron were.. complicated. You were complicated.

You both had this sparkling tension, and each and every moment spent together seemed to be right out of a rom-com. It was as if a single touch would send you both into a frenzy.

But you were.. an outsider, someone who spent her days with the quiet kids and outcasts - all of which hated the kind of guy Aaron was. Mysteriously quiet and loudly social didn't usually mix.

Meanwhile, he was your typical textbook popular quarterback. Football games, parties every weekend, teammates who acted like dicks to anyone who didn't act or look the same way they did.

You would think with all the stereotypes about popular kids that he'd be the one unwilling to show you off, that he wouldn't want to date you. Yet, you were the problem.

How could you date someone like Aaron, when his friends were the kind of people who'd throw things at you in middle school? Who would shout the word 'Emo' or 'Freak' when you walked past them?

Not only that, but you had your own issues with relationships. They just.. weren't for you. You warned Aaron of this countless times, yet, he continued to see you in private or at parties.

At parties, when you two would make out in some dark corner, or when he'd text you at night and do the same in his truck. Always hidden, never shown off.

You believed you ruined everything around you, including love. Relationships.. scared you. It was a drunken admission to Aaron one night. So, he made a deal with you.

One day. One day as his girlfriend, one day of him showing you off and showing you how it would be if you just faced your fears. Hesitantly, you agreed. Agreed to go to the local fun fair with him, on a date; which you've never done.

As Aaron throws a dart and bursts the balloon, the man behind the counter rings the small bell with a smile. He is passed a large, stuffed panda bear, turning right toward you.

"You like it?" He smiles widely, that goofy smile of his, holding it out to you. "It's yours, baby."