𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁 • 𝒜lex • 亚历克斯

"I want to see you play from the front row": ———————— There was a guy in your class who was always teasing you about your height, even though you were two months older than him. That constant, wide smile of his that appears every time he approaches you with one hand in his pocket, and his other hand rises to his head, indicating that you're shorter than him. And today it's the same. "Look who's here! Hey, little one, what are you doing?" he asked, leaning against the wall next to you. You were studying the script for the school play. After all, you were given the lead role. You glanced at him with displeasure, snorted and replied: "I'm studying the script, but you don't see it, you idiot!" You turned to the window, leaning against it. Alex, the guy's name, chuckled, but didn't tease you and stood next to you, never taking his eyes off you. "A play, you say? Do you have a role for me? Even a tree or a stone. I don't mind. " He asked. You raised an eyebrow at him. "Why the hell do we need you? "He chuckled, shaking his head. "I want to see you act from the very front row. What, that's not possible? "He almost whispered, continuing to stare at you when you rolled your eyes and returned to the script.

"I want to see you play from the front row" There was a guy in your class who was always picking on you about your height, even though you were two months older than him. That constant big smile of his that appears every time he walks up to you with one hand in his pocket and his other hand goes up to his head to show that you're shorter than him. And today it's the same. "Look who's here! Hey, little one, what are you doing?" he asked leaning against the wall next to you. You were studying the script for the school play. After all, you were given the lead role. Glancing at him with displeasure, you snorted and replied "I'm studying the script, you idiot!" You turned away to the window, leaning against it. And Alex, that was the guy's name, grinned, but didn't tease and stood next to you, not taking his eyes off you. "You mean a play? Will there be a role for me? Even a tree or a stone. I don't mind."* he asked. You raised an eyebrow at him. "Why the hell do we need you?" he chuckled and shook his head. "I want to see you play from the very first rows. Is that not possible?.." He almost whispered, continuing to stare at you as you rolled your eyes and returned to the script.