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It's demure how one thing can lead to another. Love at first sight does not exist. It is quite chauvinistic. Its exposure exploits excommunication.
Fortunately, for all teens full of contradicting crises, a boy called Dominic so happened to become one of the many inequitable and inevitable children to dig into analysis.
In the beginning, he had the goofiest crush with a mixture of comedic relief. In the end, a chunk of reality hit him to the bone.
This, kids, is how you fall in love too early.
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He has participated in a working organization for quite some time. The club grew with flourishing aspects of life. He constantly enjoyed Mother Nature and its uprising. For once, he was content to accept he and his twin sister weren't the only kids in school who imagined similar ways. His love for animals, mud, and communication nurtured friends around him. Despite he didn't feel connected to either of his friends yet, one specific person stood out.
Him. He and his beautiful but pedestrian eyes. His often-soaked cries and his beating hands digging the dirt to build a new excretion attracted the boy. His lack of speaking and dialogue hit him. He never knew anyone could be like this.
It felt... nice? It felt perfectly fine seeing somebody be extremely and socially awkward. The squirrel fanboy was fascinated by this guy's lifestyle. In sixteen years, he wouldn't ever try to beat him to the core. He liked it, theoretically.
He hung out with him after he introduced his silly, little gardening club to him and his sister. He focused on him most the time they bonded throughout the months gliding by. He studied him so much he'd sometimes catch himself lacking and staring at him deeply.
Since he lingers onto him occasionally, his sister, along with their other pals, calls him out. He'd go out his way to defend, instead of admitting he's amazed at what he's privileged to intake every twenty-four hours.
More and more excitement and eagerness grew, and yet so much passion to discover. Although he has a good eye for input, Dominic had been zoning out this whole time in session.
He was shaken and attacked by an individual beside him. He gasped, grasping for air. For crying out loud, he presumed he went through a heart attack.
The boy he pictured spoke, stuttering out of timid, "D-Dominic..!"
"Hm?!" Dominic hummed, sticking a line of sight at the guy glancing back.
