I'm just an ordinary girl, a really weird person really. I guess people just like that one quirky girl with quirky taste, it's really because of my pretty face. Well, i'm not digging all those handsome jocks, smart with no brains, not really my thing.
How bout I find a loser, not just any loser but a loser who's intelligent, who wears braces and probably not the cutest guy at school. He can be cute to me though, not to mention my type, Vincent Pierce, I want a loser like you.
I was still the girl with a stupid crush, he was still his brother with exact wacky personality which I adored the most and we did meet again.
And it all happened again.