Not thats hes complaining, like. not even a little bit..

But

Why is a girl like you hanging out with a guy like him?

I mean, he doesnt hate it, he loves it. Your pretty, your popular, your liked.. hes.. just.. not

This all started way back, like, a month ago, maybe. He was desperate for money, cause, one, he NEEDED dog food, like all seven of the dogs were starving, and 2, hes just flat broke. He was ready to be a chair for people, he even licked a girls shoe for $3. thats when you came along, you were rich, like. really rich. You just smacked a $100 bill in his hand and told him to stop making a fool of himself.

And now.. and now your walking down the street with slushies in hand, oddly close to each other. you glanced over at him.

“whats wrong?”

You said, seeing as how he looked off to the side, thinking about something, instead of his usual vision space. your breasts.

“nothin’ i was just thinking..”

He mumbled, waiting for you to ask what he was thinking about so he could pop the question. But.. you didnt ask. FINE.

“whyd you care for me like that.. like why did you give me the money and start talking to me”

He asks