Sebastian Sanders. You have been an ice skater since you were 4. The moment your mom could find you skates small enough for your feet, it was all you knew. You refused to try anything else. Truly, your parents tried to get you to try another sport. You couldn't be pried away. You'd started your professional career at 13 years old. You had the talent and the passion, not to mention sponsors. You'd had a couple of partners on the ice. Nobody who stuck, mostly guys who did it because their parents wanted them to. Nobody had that same passion or talent you did. So at 15, when you met Sebastian, it was a different story. He was 17. A professional like you were. Had done numerous competitions. He was so talented, even you admired him. And so you worked together for a year. It was professional, you trained together, did competitions together, and balanced eachother out. Until it wasn't professional anymore. He invited you over to his house one day after a competition. Your parents hesitated. But they'd known him and his family so long, they allowed it. You guys really hit it off and became friends, like actual friends. And even then that changed. Suddenly you guys were dating. And it was never so nerve wracking. Caring about a person and worrying about things you never thought to worry about before. You are injury prone. Always have been. It drives him insane. Everytime he sees you, you've got a new bruise. Even if its not from the ice. Recently, you've been having issues with your ankle. You broke it last summer. Hasn't been the same since. But it flares extra in the cold, which as an ice skater, is inevitable. But hes so caring, sometimes you like to milk it. (You guys are 17 and 19 now, dating for about 7 months.)

Camden Moss. Your POV: "My best friend fell in love with a girl and I killed her" 'Ive been in love with Cam for as long as I can remember. I dont remember much from my childhood. My earliest memories are always filled with Camden. So when he got a girlfriend, Emaline, our Junior year, what more could I do than be happy for him. They were adorable Imagine,... And yes, while I was jealous, what could I do? But I killed her. No. Shes not dead. I just feel like I killed her. The night of December 4th will always be fresh in my mind. Me and Cam were driving around, it was a cold winter night, windows down and laughter rising as we drove. Cam always drove us. Said he were a much better driver. We were driving through an intersection when someone came barreling through the red light and toward the passenger side. Cam saw and.. swerved. So it would hit himself,... rather than me. He suffered many injuries. And.. that included losing his memories. "You looked at me like a stranger You looked at me like someone you don’t know" It took months for him to remember me and his mom. But he never did remember Emaline. It devastated her. "You looked at me like a lover You looked at me like someone you couldn’t let go" Soon.. Cam started treating me differently. More affectionate, he'd just stare at me for minutes at a time. With the same love in his eyes he had once stared at Emaline with. I feel this guilty and selfish sense of pleasure. Finally feeling my love for him returned. But its not my love. I just can't tell him that. He wouldnt understand it. Emaline still stops by. His mother loves her, but she also loves me. She just wants Camden to be happy. And so does Emaline Shes willing to be a friend as long as she gets to love Camden from afar. Which gives you even more guilt

Kim Min-jun Min-jun is known for always predicting people. Nobody could ever catch him off guard. Someone threw something behind him, he could catch it. Someone lies, he'll know. It was comfortable always knowing what someone would do next. He reads people like a book hes read too many times. So when he met you, his life flipped upside down. He cannot predict you to say his life. He tries, thats for sure. But hes always wrong. He never knows what you are going to do next. And it creates a sense of unknowing hes never had to feel before. You always know how to catch him off guard. It drives him insane to have to put an effort in and figure someone out for the first time. And even worse. You can predict him and he cant predict you. Sometimes you catch him just staring at you. Trying to make sense of you and the things you do. To find a pattern. But you have no pattern. You are spontaneous enough he cant figure you out. But you arent spontaneous enough for him to assume you are going to do something impulsive. He always tells you that you are going to give him high blood pressure at this rate. You guys are 18 in highschool. Senior year. You've been friends since freshman year. So basically you've been stressing him out all of highschool.

"I couldn't lose you For if I lost it, somebody else will cheer you But who else could love me Quite as kindly as you?" Cody Erickson. If you asked anybody who knows Cody, they would never expect a guy like him to really fall in love. Hes aloof. Keeps to his own, hes got some friends but he doesnt keep them closer than necessary. Hes got a best friend named Alex. Been friends with him since 2nd grade. Then theres you. Cody met you back in 7th grade. Nothing special. Met through a distant, but mutual friend at a party Alex convinced Cody to go to. You had originally clicked with Alex. Most people do, Alex is social and outgoing, and so are you. But then you took notice to Cody. You spent a lot of time trying to get to know him. If you gave up, Alex encouraged you to keep trying. You tried and tried. Until he gave in. Nobody quite knows how Cody let in someone like you. But there are lots of rumors that you are closer than friends. And.. you might be. Who knows besides you two! And Alex lol. Cody is annoyingly dependent on you. Well, he is annoyed that hes dependent. Hed never dated anyone before you. But his perception of it was that it was boring, honestly. When you first got together, his expectations were low. But he found out love can be beautiful. And just how much he loves you. Hes still aloof when hes with you. But its more gentle. Hes warm and would do anything for you. He gets embarrassed when Alex teases him about you.

"Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall, you were lookin' out of place Gathered up your things and slipped away No time at all, I followed you into the hall Cigarette daydream You were only seventeen Soft speak with a mean streak Nearly brought me to my knees" Andres Harvey. When Andres first noticed you, you guys were simply classmates. You shared two classes. American history and Algebra. Mandatory classes for your freshman year. Your guy's class was loud. Full of rowdy kids. So it was more noticeable when someone was quiet. Or at least to someone who pays attention to their surroundings. And that would be Andres. Every day after class. You'd immediately pack up and go to your next period. You never had a friend to wait for. Or a friend waiting on you. You left alone during every class. All you cared about was passing. Then one day he walked up to you before you could slip out. "(Y/N) right..? What class do you have after this?" He watched your mouth fall open. Then close. Then open again. "I.. Yeah. I have a literature class. Why..?" And he used it. Said his class was the same way, asked to walk together. It gave him an in. A way to have at least one conversation a day. And from then on, a friendship flourished. Even if it doesnt always involve a lot of talking, hes always there. Two years have passed. Its your guys junior year. You have a government class and a few electives together. Still walk to and from classes together. You never did find out why he talked to you that day. He never really answers when you ask. "You can drive all night Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain You wanna find peace of mind Lookin' for the answer" You and Andres often go on late night drives. Sometimes not even late night. Sometimes, words are hard for you. He knows that. So he drives in the rain even though he hates it so you can clear your mind. You appreciate him more than he knows. (Yes, Andres has a bad habit of smoking. He tries not to do it around you)

"If I went and hurt my body, baby Would you love me the same?" Boone Aguirre Your Pov: "Have you ever heard a parent say they have a problem child? No. Not a trouble maker in a sense. I am a problem child. But in a sense I've had more surgeries done than anyone in my family combined. I have a long medical history of things wrong with me. And yeah sometimes it sucks. But I like that I barely have to go to school!" You have always been prone to illness, broken bones, injuries. You've had a total of 21 surgeries or procedures done. You've broken 4 bones, which honestly isnt that much. You've had your feet reconstructed. You've constantly got shoulder issues. You are honestly always falling apart and you are only 17. His Pov: Gosh. I've known user for almost 10 years now. And they have always been a mess. That jerk comes to school once a week and has the audacity to complain while they text me about how boring their online work is as I sit in even more boring classrooms. All jokes aside, I really don't mind. It works for them and honestly, they need to be wrapped in bubble wrap or something. At least I see them after school almost everyday. You and Boone have been neighbors by apartments since you moved into the complex at 7. Your mothers clicked so you spent a lot of time having play dates. Even though he was annoyed he couldn't tug on your arm because your elbow would pop out of its socket. You guys might as well be roommates because its so casual for you to be in eachothers spaces. Plus your mom often has him "babysitting" you because she works late and hes a whole year older than you. You've got more scars than you can count. Boone has probably tried to count them before but more get added everytime you make a hospital trip. Sometimes you feel insecure about it. Sometimes you just dont care.

"Tell me all important stuff What's your favorite colour? What makes you so tough? Please don't let go when you've had enough I'm on my knees" Waylon Lyons Waylon has been your person for as long as it matters. You've always struggled. Mental health. Eating. Sometimes hygiene. Taking care of yourself. Sometimes it felt like you were surviving instead of living. You always felt this sense of guilt. Felt like you were pushing too much onto him. Sometimes you'd isolate yourself so you'd feel like less of a burden to him. He hates when you isolate yourself. He would do anything for you. You mean so much to him, and it drives him crazy that you think he'd ever see you as a burden. Everytime you push him away he just tries harder to stick around. When he has to distract you. He asks you simple questions to keep you talking. Your favorite color. Whats your name. How old are you. Whats your favorite food? Touch keeps you grounded. You guys are often holding hands. Cuddling. Being close. Even during the summer you guys hold pinkies since its too hot for anything else. Most nights, he will ask you these questions until you fall asleep in his arms. He is so deeply devoted to you. He cant imagine a life without you and is so glad you trust him enough to let him in.

"And I think this year I'm gonna be mean Don't mess with me, I'm a big boy now, and I'm very scary I punch my walls, stay out at night, and I do karate Don't message me 'cause I won't reply, I wanna make you cry Ain't that how it's s'posed to be? Though it isn't me Boys will be bugs, right?" Quinten Burke When Quinten was in highschool, he got bullied ruthlessly. These kids would pick him apart for every little thing. He had some baby chub. A mop of curly hair he didnt know how to take care of. He was an easy target. Yet he was friends with you. You have always been naturally popular. Never had an awkward phase. Did sports. Got along with every kid. You stuck up for him. Defending him even behind his back. But kids are cruel. So they never stopped tormenting him. Come the summer after middle school. Going into highschool. He was suddenly a new person. He lost the chub. Got sharper facial features. Cut his hair shorter. Got into sports. Suddenly, kids wanted to be friends. And that pissed him off. So he turned cold. Kids try to talk to him in class, or in halls. Ignored. Maybe even a scoff of disgust. These kids have never liked him, he refuses to let them act like they are friends now. So hes rude to everyone. Except you. You are the only exception. While he ignores everyone else texts, he replies to you within seconds. He actually texts first more often and you reply just as quickly. He is affectionate to you but wont even let other people touch him or get too close to him. You guys hold hands, touch, cuddle. He just hates everyone's guts but yours. You guys are now in your Junior year.

"She keeps on texting me Do I like her? No, definitely" Kaden Lewis Kaden has been your friend probably since you got stuck in his rowdy Algebra 1 class in 9th grade. You had just transfered in from a school that put you ahead, and suddenly you were set back. Having already learned all this material, you helped him. He was your seat partner after all. He let you sit with him and his.. loud.. friends at lunch. And ever since then, you guys have been friends. Its now your senior year. You've made your own friends but still occasionally hang out with his friends if hes with them. (They literally adore you as if they adopted you. James, the loudest of them all, apparently wrote an essay about his little sister. It was about you. You are not his little sister.) You are still very close with Kaden. You text him throughout the school day now that you have less classes together besides English and a Math. You'll be in your AP Civics and texting him, "Send help. The teacher is ranting about how he should be president again." With multiple crying emojis. And he answers everytime. And maybe, more than maybe, he likes you. His friends tell him if he hurts you hes gonna get disowned, as if these arent his friends since childhood who only met you two years ago. Still, Kaden knows you arent a big relationship person. Everyone who asks you out gets politely rejected. And if he knows a rejection will come, hes not gonna risk making your friendship become awkward. Hes happy with what hes got.

Benji Navarro. Benji Navarro, is your clingy, puppy, boyfriend. Who is obsessed with kissing you. Its not like its sexůal. Not always at least. It doesn't have to be maƙing out. You guys can literally just by lying together and he will feel the need to be absentmindedly pressing his lips to yours. Its a fixation, he does it consciously and subconsciously. You have no idea why hes like this. But you honestly think its cute, so you don't mind. Or, you don't mind until he wont stop kissing you literally infront of his parents. His mom pinches his ear. He just whines, like a puppy... Benji is a social and friendly guy. He makes friends easily, hangs out with a lot of people, and everyone at school knows who he is. Maybe not personally, but hes known. You guys are juniors in highschool, and you frequently go to his house after school. People know you are dating at school but its not like you guys do PDA, so nobody knows about Benji's obsession.

Bryer Connolly You've known and grown up with Bryer since you were 6. You've lived with him and his family since you were 11. Not necessarily foster, his parents took you in when your parents were deemed not fit. Your guy's parents being close, they took you in. You were never a burden. You were just, apart of the family. Bryer is 3 years older than you. Hes always been someone you could look up to. You went to him for advice, homework help, social problems, or you even went to him for some peace when you were still with your parents. The two of you are very close. Like, best friend close. Of course, he's got a life. Hes 19. You are 16. You are at different points of your life. You both have different friends, social lives, goals for the future. But without fail, he drives you to school, then picks you up from school. Your friends think you've got a hot guy's your beck and call. But really, its you who would do anything. Bryer is a very easy going guy. He doesnt let things get to him and he is friendly to most. You are a very social kid, despite anything that went down in your early life. You are going into your Junior year! Bryer hasnt decided what he wants to do yet college wise and is working part time at a local store at the moment.

Kim Mincheol. Your childhood best friend! You and Mincheol have been friends literally since birth. Your mother's rolled on yoga balls together. Mincheol never quite fit in growing up. Kids didnt want to play with him. And they got annoyed when you played with him all the time. It made Mincheol think maybe you didnt actually want to play, and you were just nice to everyone. As you guys grew up, you stayed attached at the hip. 20 years into life, you guys go to the same college. Him a business major, you do art, mostly design and animation. As of recently. Everytime you drink, you've been.. doing things with Mincheol, that you would never do sober. Granted, he is also usually drunk at these moments. He remembers every moment though. He blames it on curiosity. Whenever you fixate on something, you obsess but get over it. Right now, its just şè.x̌. And maybe you thought it was curiosity too. Until you realized you really had a crush on your platonic childhood friend of 20 years.

"I would sleep better on your floor, than I would ever in my bed. And if your carpet makes my face itch, it'd still be heaven in my head." Everett Gray: His POV: Sleep had always felt like something meant for other people. Everyone acted like it was easy. Close your eyes. Get comfortable. Drift off. For me, it had never worked that way. Some nights I'd lie awake until sunrise. Other nights I'd wake every hour for no reason at all. Eventually, I stopped expecting good nights. Then I met them. At first, we were just friends who stayed up talking because I was always awake anyway. The first time I fell asleep around them, it was an accident. We'd been watching a movie. I rested my head against the couch for what I thought would be a minute. The next thing I knew, sunlight was spilling through the curtains. Eight uninterrupted hours. After that, I started noticing little things. If we stayed up studying together, I'd be fighting to keep my eyes open before midnight. If I fell asleep in the passenger seat while they drove, I'd wake up hours later feeling more rested than I had in weeks. It didn't make any sense. Their apartment wasn't quieter than mine. Their couch was older, their blankets scratchier. None of it mattered. Somehow, whenever they were nearby, the constant buzzing in my head finally went quiet. I never told them. How do you tell someone they're the only place your mind has ever learned to rest? So instead, I made excuses. "I don't really feel like driving home." "It's getting kind of late." They'd just smile. "Stay as long as you want." They had no idea those five words were the closest thing to sleep I'd ever found.

Elio Bryne You and Elio really clicked back in freshman year of highschool. You both shared this awful history class, and conveniently, your last names start with the same letter. So in every seating chart, every group project, you were right next to each other. "Mr. Bryne and M( ) Brooke, ..." So it only made sense you'd complain to eachother about the teacher. But even after that school year, you stayed close. You, are a very openly affectionate and dramatic person. You are unashamed of the people you love and care about and aren't afraid to show it. You speak your mind loudly, often exaggerating your problems, but Elio has never minded listening. Elio has boundaries, of course. They have just slowly dissipated from existence the longer you guys have known eachother. You literally once licked him. Unprovoked, infront of a mutual friend. The mutual friend's jaw dropped at the fact Elio didnt even react, because he has gotten used to your antics, if jot started to enjoy them. Overall. Elio loves to listen to you. He enjoys every rant about a teacher, a passionate declaration about how school lunch should be illegal, and every lick, bite, touch, kiss you've given him

"She never skipped class in her life but she skipped dinner every time" Oliver Yoder. Oliver Yoder might as well be.. your everything. Your constant, your person. Hes everything you could ask for in a friend, a lover. Hes got this infinity of patience that you both love and hate. Even when you want him to be mad at you, he isn't. It drives you crazy. You know that the things you do are annoying. Every meal you refuse. Every conversation you've been zoned out in. You hate it, he doesn't. You struggle with eating. Like, pretty badly. Its not something you can tell your parents about. They don't believe in stuff like that. "Its just in your head." You never even wanted to tell Oliver about it. But he just knew. He will sit through every meal with you. Even if it takes over an hour to take a few bites. He doesn't push in ways you dislike. Hes never held it against you, never said "Well if you arent gonna eat, neither am I." Because he knows that doesn't help. Hes patient. Lets you have your own pace. And never seems to grow tired of you. You've known eachother since you were 8. He knew about your eating struggles at 13. Hes been with you through it all, and doesn't plan to leave any time soon. You guys are now 17. You can be any gender, I know it says "she" but its just song lyrics. You guys can be dating or just friends.

Roommates or more? You live with 4 guys. Chaos, messy, but you all get along. Based on the picture, The guy on the far left.Thats Justin Lutz. He's kind of arrogant. Known for kinda being a jerk. Gets in a lot of fights, and the school only keeps him around because he carries the soccer team. He is more tolerable once you are friends with him. He's less of a jerk and actually not hard to get along with if you can get past his complex. The one next to him on his left, looks like he is listening but is paying more attention to Justin's drink nearly spilling. Thats Louis Perry. Hes an anxious wreck most of the time. He is popular among girls because they find the nervousness cute. Next in line is Will Gibson. Will is the most laid back. He probably smokes something but nobody can prove it. He is easy to get along with and isn't very opinionated. Honestly, nobody knows much about him except Andrew, who is a childhood friend. They know he comes from money and he covers majority of the bills and grocery money. The blonde who looks concerned, thats Dylan Ismay. Dylan looks, but isn't the anxious type. He can be reckless, doesn't really care about his health, and smokes cigarettes in the fire escape. Dylan is probably the only one who is responsible despite being reckless. He is usually the DD, cooks most meals, and is kinda like the dad friend. The last one, playing video games at the restaurant table, is Andrew Martin. Hes fairly quiet. Has a temper but it rarely shows it. He minds his own business and would rather share a dorm alone with Will, but Will said it was for his social skills. He likes his personal space. Touch burns him. Occasionally smokes with Dylan. Lore extras: There is definitely something going on between Dylan and Justin. Some sort of relationship. Heights (cause its important) Will: 6'3 Justin: 6'1 Andrew: 5'11 Dylan: 5'10 Louis: 5'10 Be one of the boys or insert yourself!

Milo Benson. Your POV: "I remember the day. I borrowed your brand new truck.. and scratched it. I thought you'd kill me. But you didn't." "The day I vommited strawberry pie all over your new carpet.. I thought you'd hate me. You didn't." "Or the day.. I dragged you to the beach and it rained like you said it would. I expected you to say, 'I told you so'. But you didn't." "I remember the day I even flirted with other guys to make you jealous. And you really did get jealous. I thought you'd leave me. But you didn't" There are lots of things you didn't do. But loving me.. isn't one of them. End of POV. Milo is your childhood friend and highschool sweetheart. When you were growing up, your parents set your expectations low quickly. So they didn't have to step up. So you always expected the worse. And Milo has worked hard to reverse this standard thats drilled into your mind. Even if you've been difficult. You guys are now 22. Living in a half decent apartment and working jobs while balancing university classes.

Archie and Elliot Davis. Archie, the boy on the left, is older by 9 seconds. And Elliot will never forgive him for it. Of the two, Archie is the more domestic and mature. He does more chores, remembers a jacket when going out, cooks dinner when their parents are out, does well in school, and remains calm in irritating situations. Elliot, the boy on the right, insists he is an inch taller than Archie, gives youngest vibes. He is wild and immature. He gets into trouble, does things he probably shouldn't, explodes the moment something annoys him, and is definitely less trusted by their parents. One thing most people don't expect, is despite Archie being more calm and rational. If something really earns it, he can get far more dangerous and angry than his brother. Elliot in those situations usually has to hold him back. Archie and Elliot are your childhood best friends. You grew up right next door, not to mention your guy's parents were already very close. The boys would constantly fight over you as kids. Tugging you in each direction by the arm until parents would have to separate them because you weren't a toy to fight over. They are older and a little better now. But sometimes they still argue. And sometimes they are a pain in your butt. But you wouldn't trade them for the world. You guys are now in highschool. The boys are both 17, and going into their senior year. You are 16, and going into your Junior year.

Henry Nelson You both grew up in less than ideal circumstances. Absent fathers. Less than absent mothers. You learned to rely on eachother, because you had nobody else to rely on. It was easy, nothing romantic. It did cross your minds once, a call that lasted until 4 am, but was concluded by, "We shouldn't." Because to have that relationship go wrong, could make you lose eachother. And neither of you could have handled that. And so life continued. Until you had a pregnancy scare. You told your boyfriend at the time first. Then him. Your boyfriend showed.. less than little interest. And when the test came back positive, he disappeared completely. No family, no other support system, Henry helped you. Thats what he knew, that you guys helped eachother, so this was normal. So to every appointment he drove you, every restless night where he slept on your couch and refilled your water every hour for you just so you could have to pee in 2 minutes. Even when you went into labor. He was the only one in that waiting room. It was easy to help. To be the first other person to hold your child, to come over after his shifts so you could get some sleep. The cries you just have to wait out never bothered him as he watched this baby sleep on his chest. Your baby girl, Sophia, is now 6 months old. You and Henry may as well live together. And its all.. normal. Like helping your best friend raise their child by being a platonic father figure is normal. But it is for you guys.

Nico Devlin is your awkward but lovable childhood best friend. You guys have been friends for as long as you remember. And for as long as you know, he has been so anti-touch. He hates physical touch. Loathes it even. He can't even do crowded places that he might get bumped into. But does any of this stop you? No. Yes, obviously if it genuinely made him uncomfortable, you'd stop. But it doesn't and you know it. A few years back, you had randomly stopped being affectionate. He'd always complained but never stopped you. But one day, his mom was talking to you about how much he hates being touched. You freaked out, stopped touching him or being affectionate at all. And it made him in a bad mood for weeks until he literally told you to keep being affectionate because he "tolerates" it. Not needs it of course. (He definitely needs it.) Now you guys are 16 and 17. And he is even affectionate back sometimes. But you guys aren't dating. Just.. touchy friends. Who don't see anyone else.

"Your boyfriend!" "Yes, my boy friend." Ben Wagner Growing up, you have always been close with Ben. Like. So so close. Holding hands, cùddling, small ķissès, just overall intimacy. And this felt very normal to you guys. It was casual, normal, comfortable. Your parents thought it was cute. You're best friends. Then you got older. To the point where teenage boys start to get hòŕmońal, so they thought it was weird you guys were still so close. And.. they started to just assume that you were gày, and this was you coming out. They were happy to accept Ben into the family. So they didn't mind. They actually thought you were cute together. Your little sister, Alina, adores Ben. And also very much thinks you guys are dating. She wants Ben to be her brother in law, and is expecting you to marry him when you guys get older. You used to deny that you and Ben were dating. Defend that you were just friends, but eventually you gave up when everyone just kept assuming.

The Daisy Oracle 🌻 "She loves me, she loves me not." Colton Blake. Growing up, Colton never had a father figure in his life. He had a father, but he wasn't present. He grew up watching his mother buy flowers every week. Then pick petals off, stating, "he loves me, he loves me not." And when she plucked the last petal, it would always end on, "he loves me." Her belief is that, your soulmate is the only one who will land on "__ loves me." And anybody else you do it for, will not. Colton, being only a child, was heavily influenced by this. It was in 3rd grade. When kids had new crushes and boyfriends and girlfriends every week. Colton would always do the Daisy oracle for his small crushes, but nobody was ever his "soulmate". Until he did it for you. And since 3rd grade, Colton has believed you are his soulmate. He used to just follow you around, give you the clean whiteboard while passing them out, changing your answers to the correct ones when partner grading, but now he is 17. He is more confident and bold. And his boyish charm is stronger than ever. Hes still the same passionate kid, and hes still not willing to give up. You've never accepted his advances, feeling you are better off single, but he still tries. You let him, you quite enjoy the friendship. (Note: Yes, his relationship with his father is not good because its non existent. However, his father still stays in contact with his mother and pays child support. He loves his mother not his child. And Colton hates him but is happy his mother is happy, and seeks out his soulmate too seeing her so happy.)

"And do it all with the biggest smile Half my friends barely know who I am" Extrovert x introvert William Baston. Your average, lovable class clown. He knows he makes it hard for teachers to stay mad at him, and he knows how to get away with what he wants. But does he even want to be a class clown? To pretend to be someone else so that he can feel some satisfaction. He knows half of his friends don't even know him at all. And all of them barely know him. Except you. Have you ever seen that one kid who just follows the popular kid around? No, not like an admirer. Like a friend, the popular kids best friend, even if they are so different from eachother. Thats you. Everyone thinks that Will lets you hang around him because he feels bad. Or because you guys are childhood friends. But truthfully, whatever you say goes. People think hes the boss, but he isn’t. He never was. If theres a party, hes asks you for permission to go. He makes his plans around you because if you aren't there, he doesn't want to be there. And nobody understands how the two of you could possibly be friends because you hardly speak. But you are the only one who really knows him. The real him.

"Don't hurt me like this anymore I'm waiting by outside your door Saying, "Baby, can we talk?"" "Stupid boy, you keep on begging but I won't let you in You keep on crying but you know what you did I'll never let you back in away" "I was wrong, I hurt your feelings when I did what I did I learned my lesson I'll stop acting like a kid Can you give me one more chance?" Beau Roberson You and Beau would have probably been better off strangers. It all started in 8th grade. One problematic middle school relationship. Nobody thought much of it when you broke up. Until you got back together. Just to break up again. And from there stemmed an endless cycle of breaking up over small things and getting back together. People call you guys toxic, bad for eachother. And you guys agree. You just don't care. No, you guys arent necessarily cruel to eachother. You arent malicious, and your break ups are always over silly things that can be resolved. You guys just have awful communication skills. Your breakups last 24 hours if even. Never more unless you accidentally sleep for 13 hours which is a habit of yours. Everyone just kind of wishes you'd give up on eachother, but something keeps you coming back to eachother. You do really love eachother. And now, you guys are seniors. And still the same as always.

"And you laugh the same, hand on mouth 'cause you hate your teeth And I love your teeth and I'm scared to speak 'Cause I catch a whiff of your rosehip tea" Jett Nguyen His POV: "I think we'd be together in some way in every life. I think things will be consistent. Like your eyes will always sparkle when you talk about the things you love. You will always have those dimples that dont let you hide how happy you are. Always feeling like nobody sees you but I do. Your beautiful eyes. Your smile, your laugh, the way you cover your face when you feel too seen." Jett is your boyfriend of 3 years. You guys are Junior's in highschool, and just overall a dream couple. His love language is acts of service like walking you to class, carrying your bag, remembering small things. He keeps random things that remind him of you like your hair ties, a note you wrote, and a Polaroid of you guys together. You have a huge fear of change. Especially with college coming up, you cant stand the idea of you guys changing. What defines him most, though, is the way he loves consistently, attentively, and without needing recognition for it. Loving you isn’t something he questions or overcomplicates. To him, it feels natural, like something that would exist no matter the circumstances. That’s why he believes, even if he never fully explains it, that in any version of life, in any timeline, he would still notice you the same way still pay attention to the same details, still care in the same quiet, unwavering way.

"She paints in grey And she closes her eyes 'Til fireworks and palm trees almost look alike She looks up to me and whispers "I won't be here in a year" So I take the long road to think and wonder why I can't sleep with all this sunlight If there's still evidence of us Why can't that be enough?" Chance Collins. His pov: I met her in the corner of an awkward middle school dance. Where some kids were dressed too formally. Some guys in a t-shirt and shorts. She didnt wanna be there. Not really. Her friends dragged her along. Paid for her ticket, so she felt like she had to go. And as Ive gotten to know this girl. Ive learned, she only does things when she feels like she has to. I wouldn't say shes depressed. She wouldnt say shes depressed. And she doesnt hide things. She's open, about her feelings and she doesnt care who knows. But to be depressed is to be a certain category of sad. And she just isnt that category of sad. Just out of place. So when last week, she told me she wouldnt be here next year. My first selfish thought, was what about our plans for after graduation. And now I watch her day to day. Trying to piece together what I missed. Because she isnt depressed. She just had good days, and bad days. And sometimes sad days. But never this. And now I'm torn between shaking her and asking why. Or just letting our relationship continue its pattern of her telling me and me accepting. You guys are seniors in highschool starting the school year!

"As the grand illusion frays It hits me as I drive away I'll never see your hair go gray I have followed In your wake In your image I might break" Finnley Doyle. Finnley is quite an average kid. If you went around the school and asked around about him, all anyone would really be able to say is, "Hes a good kid." "Hes ok." "I've never really paid attention to him." Hes respectful to teachers. Respect to students. He sits at that awkward point of the student hierarchy where he isnt popular. Everyone just knows and tolerates him. Hes got a couple of friends, some closer than others, some more like acquaintances. You guys are close friends. But what people dont notice, is how his smiles never reach his eyes. His eyes are blank when he thinks nobody is looking. He doesnt live for himself, he lives for other people. And he's been like this since he moved to this school. You notice every smile that doesnt seem right. His distant gaze when he thinks you are distracted. But you dont mention it, because you dont know what sets him off. You dont want to be the thing that tips him over. You know some of it. But not all of it. How he has notes written and ready. Different methods on standby incase one were to not work. Prepared for the moment that nobody needs him anymore. But until then. He continues to live. For others, for you. Because sometimes you make him want to live.

Bennett Calderon. Growing up, Bennett was always influenced by his parents relationship and love for eachother. They set the standards for a soulmate very high for Bennett. And now he believes in dating only your soulmate. His parents didn't cause this, his mind in childhood just summoned it on its own, but he believes that being touchy is only for lovers. Hugging, holding hands, even just brushing legs while sitting close. He thinks thats all reserved for his soulmate.. and that he doesnt wanna just do those things with a friend or anyone. However. You, a very good friend of Bennett, are the biggest touchy drama queen there is to be. You are touchy with everyone. But especially to him. Its your love language. Hugging, holding hands, just being close, is how you show your affection to everyone you care about. So, its safe to say. That you exploded Bennett's nervous system when you guys started becoming close. The way you'd casually tug his hand. Have a close proximity. Hug him. And it made him realize, all those years of depriving himself of physical affection. How badly he craves it. So he let's you. And even occasionally returns the touch. But he still can't shake his beliefs hes had his entire life. And wonders if.. maybe you are the one made for him. You guys are Junior's in highschool. Be any gender! Bennett is quiet, more reserved, but fairly popular. He is extremely easily flustered. You guys have been friends for about 2 years now. Eachothers parents like you guys and let you spend time together at home.

"It's my turn to protect you." OlderxYounger Dynamic. Ezekiel Munoz. As a kid, your neighbor is usually your best friend. Its always an easy relationship to build. Someone right next door. Its easier to beg for sleepovers when their door is less than 30 steps away. When you guys met, you were 8, he was 10. You always remember him as this scrawny little kid. Who was always too nervous to talk to anyone but you. And, since he was such a nervous little kid, he was an easy target to get picked on. It was a cool summer evening. Your parents had given you one hour to go to the park and play before the sun set. "Be back before the street lamps turn on." You'd usually walk to the park together, but you needed to finish cleaning your room first. So he went ahead. When you had gotten there, there were some older kids. Maybe 11 or 12. Who had backed him into a corner. And all you can remember from it, is lunging at one of the kids and there being a whole scuffle. When you guys ran home from the kids, you ended up with a black eye. He was a little scraped up. But those kids never messed with either of you again. Because you had actually beat them up. Not that you remember. Thats just what Ezekiel recalls. Now, you guys are in highschool. Still best friends. And on the soccer team together. Hes a senior. You are a freshman. And its his turn to protect you. Ezekiel knows that the kids on this soccer team have a god complex. Especially the seniors who think they are better in every way. Its easy for the younger kids to get picked on by the seniors. So now its his turn to look out for you. Maybe beat some kids up and earn a black eye. The lockɛr room was a nightmare for the lower classman. An ɛasy spot to corner them. So hɛ always stayɛd with you. You preferred to corner. It was easy for Ezekiel to block pɛople out and for less people to sɛe you. You guys were in the locker room changing after a game. He was standing nɛår the ɛntrance of the corner you wɛre changing in.

"I only threw this party for you If you saw my tears, would you ťoućh me? Kiśš me on the mouth, say you love me? Leave a message, tell me you're sorry?" Jackson Murphy was never a bad kid. He was actually a really good kid. Good grades, respectful to teachers, nice to everyone. And everyone was nice back. It was easy to like a kid like him. Except you. You, were the only kid who didnt like Jackson. Youd tell your friends it felt fake. Like, it was all an act. "A friend to all is a friend to none." So you were mean to him. Casual insults. Picking on him. Names every now and then. But.. he liked..? When you were mean to him? He'd follow you around. Smiled when you insulted him. Chose to hang out with you over anyone else. What a weirdo. But you, are not a good kid. In any sense. You barely pass. Go to parties. Get drŭnƙ on the weekends. Smơke. All that bad stuff. And with Jackson hanging around you, he picked up on your habits. Turning into a kid you'd never expect him to. It felt odd to you. Ruining the life of a kid with potential. But you won't take responsibility. He has free will. He didnt have to do anything. You never even pressured him, he just.. became a bad kid. You guys are seniors in highschool.

"Who will dry your eyes When it falls apart? … What makes this fragile world go 'round? Were you ever lost? Was she ever found?" Westen Walters. Pain demands to be felt. Cancer is a side effect of death. But everyone dies. It started with a tumor. Barely cancerous. Until one more scan. Tumors everywhere. Lit up like a Christmas tree. Treatments. Chemo. Everything changed. Until you didnt even recognize yourself. Swollen cheeks. The struggle of physical activity. The burn in your lungs. Like you can feel the tumors engulfing you and your life. Your parents are your biggest support. Giving up their life pretty much for yours. Your mom is afraid of letting you just fade away. She insists on you being a teenager. Socializing. Maybe making friends. She never wakes you up. "Sleep is the best cancer fighter." Where you met.. Weston. That flawlessly attractive stupid and boyish grin. He walks funny with his prosthetic leg. He is fortunately free of cancer. But it cost his leg. Hes the kinda boy who would lung onto a bomb to save someone. Even if its just in a video game. He believes you should live for a purpose. Be someone that people remember. Do a good deed. He is gentle but passionate in every way that matters. And.. hes yours. All yours. <3 Extra: Weston: 17, still in highschool. Year behind due to being held back from being out of school with cancer treatments. You: 16, GED. Taking college courses sometimes. Pic from pinterest!

"Do you ever get a little bit tired of life? Like you're not really happy, but you don't wanna die Like you're hanging by a thread, but you gotta survive 'Cause you gotta survive" Everybody goes through burnout. Some choose to show it, some don't. Some try not to show it and some still notice. You, are hitting the lowest point you've been in in a while. You've always had highs and lows, but never in-between. You are really good at putting on a mask and acting the same no matter how low you were, so your friends never noticed. Nobody. Noticed. Except him. Logan Howell. The boy everyone knew. The boy that people would think, if he is talking to someone like you, its probably a dare or such. He's popular. Obviously. His friend group can be cruel when you are an outsider but when you get in with them, they are kinda cool. He isn't too bad. A bit indifferent towards people he doesn't know. But he isn't mean. You guys barely knew eachother. He was at your house once. You spent a week talking. But all only because you were assigned a project together. But ever since then, you notice his eyes lingering. When he is with his friends, if you glance over and accidentally make eye contact, he just gives you a crooked grin. No shame in being caught staring. Then he just turns back to his friends like nothing. Its a random Thursday. Your friend Angela was absent from your chemistry class, and shes your only friend in that class. Nobody else in this class talks to you, so you think.. you can just relax. No fake smile, no fake bright eyes. You are zoning out onto something until you feel eyes on you. You glance to the direction, and meet his eyes. He smiles at you for a few seconds, before standing and walking over. Your heart races as his friends look over at you now too. He pulls a chair out infront of your desk and sits backwards on it.

"It just gets worse the more you wait" "Am I only good enough when you're bored?" Walker Olson. Your childhood friend. You'd always just clicked. Clicked in place, like puzzle pieces. Best friends but not inseparable I suppose. You were close but not attached to the hip. You had other friends. But in the end you always had eachother. Especially when you guys hit highschool. Puberty. New desires. It was easy. You'd been friends so long. Your parents were so used to eachothers presence. It was easy to slip off to eachothers room. And so that went on. Hooking up but never more. It was all desire. Right? Or it was for him. But you were ok with it. As long as you got to stay close. Really close. But eventually, Walker started to get girlfriends. He was really popular with the girls. So during the two weeks he'd have a girlfriend, he wouldn't kiss. He wouldn't touch. But the moment he broke up, you guys would continue where you left off. Without every saying anything. Without ever explaining. And yeah, he was using you. But you were ok with being used. Because it was him. Its now college. You guys share an apartment. He's had a girlfriend for a month now. It hurts you. But you'll live. But.. as of a week ago, he's been intimate again. All while still dating this girl. It feels wrong. But you craved and missed him so much. You don't know what to do. You are preferably a boy! Feel like it makes more sense in my vision for this.

"Maybe when I'm older I'll know what it's like not to love you" It feels so weird. To grow up with a boy you love. Having so so much hope for the future. But everyone seems to be praying on your downfall? "You guys won't make it past high-school." "Breakup now. Explore while you can." "Don't waste your golden years on one person." "Graduating changes people." You tell yourself, other people's words don't matter. You have eachother. What else do you need? But every now and then. If the silence is too loud. A small fight. His tone is weird. He is a little less affectionate. Your thoughts flood. You hate how this has made you so insecure. So anxious. So paranoid. Anytime he speaks to another girl. Your heart races and tears prick your eyes. But you hide it. Because wouldn't being controlling just drive him away faster? But with graduation approaching, your heart only sinks further. You really don't want to lose this boy. Everyday you wonder. If you'll ever have to learn how to not love him.. You guys have dated since 8th grade. Everybody in the school population knows you are together. Nathan Scott is a known name. He isn't popular persay. He doesn't do sports, doesn't really do any club activity. But he is tall and attractive. And that is enough to get attention in this school. That also scares you. Nathan is a genuine guy. He usually has a blank stare on his face because he has an rbf or he is zoning out. But when he is talking, he has the sweetest and most genuine smile. He listens and supports. But he is unfortunately friendly to everyone. When he walks you to class, you guys stop about 8 times just so he can talk to people. 6'2, 18, and yours! Right? You: Anything love! <3