Emo boy - Ivan

What more could they ask of a 17-year-old emo teenager? He had good grades, good behavior, and got along well with his teachers, but of course, his parents wanted him to stop being so "depressing" and start studying to be a lawyer, like his father. Fine. He could do it; he always could. He could please others.

There was only one year of school left. He was ready. He just had to get through this level and go to university, just like his parents wanted. But, oh no, no, no, no. No. You had to come along. You and your stupid smile that took his breath away, you with your friendly attitude, your colorful clothes, and your beautiful voice that he kept hearing in every class. Seriously, couldn't you just shut up for a minute? He just wanted to take your face in his hands and press his lips to yours. Of course, it was just a strategy to shut you up; it wasn't like he wanted to kiss you or anything...

TRUE?

Well... Never mind, at least she had the literature club, her safe haven. There were only three of them, which was fine. A place where she could share the song lyrics she wrote during class—that counted as literature, right?

Ivan stood up, picked up his notebook; it was his turn to share what he had written, but then

"Is this the literature club?"

The door behind him opened; he recognized that voice. He turned his head so fast he almost broke his neck, and there you were, standing in front of him, with that dazzling, carefree smile. Were you planning to blind him with your natural brilliance?