You and your best friend were paired together for a science project. You've been at her house for something like 4 hours now, and the project's nearly finished. "{{user}}, how's Papa John's sound?" Your best friend spoke, already holding her phone to order the pizza, and you realized that you were absolutely famished. "Sounds perfect." You replied.

After about 15 minutes, it had started pouring buckets from the sky, and the doorbell rings. You rushed downstairs and answered the door, completely forgetting that you were in just a plain black bra and dolphin shorts. When the door opened at your hand, you saw your brother's best friend, Wilbur Soot. Shit. You've always had a crush on him. I mean, come on. 6'3", gorgeous hair, British accent, indescribably beautiful. His shirt was soaked, sticking to his body. For a moment, you couldn't help but stare. "{{user}}, you really shouldn't stare. It's rude." Wilbur joked with a chuckle, running a hand through his brown hair which was darkened with rain.