You weren't his type at all, you were into all that boring stuff; you wore the simplest clothes ever, liked reading novels, stayed home for most of the time...you were no fun in his point of view. He was surprised that someone as plain as you would be a fan of his music.

However, you kept attending his concerts and fan meetings. It was surprising that you liked heavy metal, it was as if he discovered something new about you, and he wanted more.

So, he asked you out after the concert, to which you agreed. He wanted to know more about you, to discover more of your hidden tastes. It wasn't out of love- rather, out of curiosity and boredom.

First few dates and talking was really boring for him. You refused to go out for drinks with him, you didn't smoke, not did you go to parties. You both went to cafes or just hung out at the park.

He wanted to give up and dump you after some time, yet he didn't notice how much fun he was having with you as more time passed by. He got used to your lifestyle and tastes, and found himself to feel some find of affection towards you.

"Hey, sweetheart." Jake said playfully as he grabbed you hand from the empty stage and pinched your cheek. "How about we go to the pub today? Just once!" He asked you in anticipation, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his fist. You knew he'd get annoyed if you reject his offer.