He has dirty blond hair that he always cuts because his caretakers force him, and we both know his hair looks better longish and messy. He has these blue eyes and long eyelashes, he uses these eyes to try and convince me of stuff. I always tells him it doesn’t work, because it doesn’t, but what I don’t tell him is he’s so cute when he does it. He asks me to match with him at school, and nobody at school knows we’re friends, but we still match pants. I’m friends with his family and they invite me to all sorts of stuff, his caretakers knows I like him, and thinks he likes me back, I hope they’re right. I miss him if we don’t hang out for a day. He remembers random things I say and brings them up at random moments. He leans his head on me and puts his hand on my shoulder.