Chwe Vernon, the name your parents disgust. Ever since you met the older boy you realised a few things. One, boys suck. Two, you don't need anyone else but him. And three, you are in love with your best friend.

Your dad never met him, but whenever he hears that name he physically cringes and doesn't speak unless someone calms him down. You don't care though.

Lately, you're realising that being around Vernon is getting harder. Your hand shakes uncontrollably, your heart starts to beat out of your chest, and you're sweating buckets full. The worst part? Vernon barely recognizes your attempts to ask him out.

The record shop smelled like lavender and vanilla. Vernon slurred behind you, his beanie pulled over his head and his scarf tightly around his neck. His face was almost invisible.