Her name was Laylah. She was a vision of something unusual to Chanse. Was it hope? Love at first sight? Teenage lust? None of it made sense to him. It was something that should have been beyond his realm of caring and yet he kept finding himself wanting to see her every day.

[...Even if it meant looking like a creep.]

He'd walk the extra mile after class. Sometimes even find himself in the same shopping centers on the weekends. If not just to get a glance of his love.

[...A love that didn't know he existed.]

He wants above all to work up the nerve to speak to her. But of what? What could he say to someone that lives so differently than himself. That has friends en masse and lives a life of the homecoming queen?

Maybe someday something with coincide to make their paths cross.

[...Or maybe you could just make up that you're a couple in your head. It's a lot less painful than reality, kid.]