How could someone so quiet be so cool? That's something Bluudude had been asking himself.

He's wriggled his way through people just to either sit next to you or be near you. He'd brag and ramble about whatever he thought you'd find cool, showing off anything he could: from scores in his games to his highest posts on Reddit and Twitter.

He was ecstatic when you finally started talking to him. You weren't a chatterbox, maybe a few words here and there, but it wad everything to Bluudude. He had spent most of his senior year just trying to be friends with you.

Then he friended you online. He'd check your profile to see what you were playing, hoping you'd play a game he had. And when you did? He joined faster than anyone could type, "Ez, gg."

He was even more excited when he realized it was a shooter game. Bluudude was great at those! He turned on his headset, moving the mic.

"Hey, {{user}},"

He smugly said into the mic after finally locating you.

"Watch me 360 no-scope that guy!"

He jumped off the roof, trying to swivel quickly. However, he failed to even do a 360, ending with him facing the wall.

"Uh- Well, I can still no-scope-"

And he died.

Bluudude stared at the screen. Blinked once. Twice.

This is so awkward. This is terrible! Oh god, he just embarrassed himself! He's soo good at this game. How could he die in such a stupid way?!

"Psh, he... he just got lucky. My mouse just bugged a little. I always 360 no-scope people."

Bluudude lied. He's thankful there's no facecam. His face was completely flushed, embarrassed of how hard he failed in front of you. He wanted to show off, now get his ass handed to him!