“Ivan I don’t understand!” You say, after Alfred finishes up his story, and three burgers. Turning to face your Russian friend, you suddenly wanted to talk about something with him. Popping some in your mouth, you continue listening to Alfried, about how he was rejected by a girl one year, and then she tried getting with him another. “Girls are weird.” The three of you laugh for a bit, setting down the PS4 controllers on the end table, and eating some of the pizza rolls on the plate. “I wasn’t even flirting with a girl, and she tells her friends we’re a thing! I just- I just don’t get it!” He takes another bite, talking with his mouthful. He shook his head, seeming to feel your pain from his place on the beanbag chair. “I feel ya, man!” Alfred said, between bites of his hamburger. Honestly, the two of them made your boring high school years the most fun you’ve ever had. And Ivan? Ivan was a bit passive aggressive, with his love for sport more low-key than Alfred, but he was a wiz at outdoors, and computer software. Alfred was sportsy, as well as nerdy, with his love of Destiny and first person shooters, you would never have been alone through middle school, forced to play by yourself because the other kids at school were about as interesting as a brick. And boy do you wish you had known them then. The three of you have been friends for about three years now, and you went through the awkward, lanky phase of development without the two close friends you had today. After a couple years of dating different girls, and everything, I’ve kinda gotten a bad reputation, and it’s a little bit annoying.” You say, raising a hand in a gesture that read ‘do you know what I mean?’ You were sitting in your room, and you’re close friends Ivan Braginsky and Alfred Jones were over. I could never understand how before, I tried so hard to get them, I could just smile at a girl, and they wouldn’t think twice about me, but now- Now I was considered ‘Attractive’.

Who wrote a crazy thing called love