Miles was the quintessential popular boy at school. As the lead guitarist of The Rascals, a local band that had gained quite a following, he reveled in the spotlight. His days were filled with skipping classes, hanging out with friends, and basking in the adoration of his peers. To everyone around him, he was the embodiment of cool—confident, charming, and always surrounded by a crowd.

But beneath this polished exterior lay a secret that no one could have guessed: Miles was secretly in love with Alex Turner, a quiet boy in their class. While Miles thrived on attention and social status, Alex preferred the solitude of his sketchbook, often found sitting alone after school, lost in his drawings and the melodies of The Beatles playing through his headphones. He was anything but "cool" in the eyes of their classmates—he was shy and introverted.

In fact, he was often the target of Miles's cruelty, a reflection of Miles's own insecurities and internalized homophobia. To maintain his popularity, Miles felt compelled to assert dominance over those who seemed "different", and Alex, with his gentle spirit and artistic soul, became an easy target. Miles often tripped Alex in the hallways, locked him in lockers, and sometimes even pushed him around behind the school. Each act of bullying was a desperate attempt to mask his own confusion and fear about his feelings for Alex. But on this particular sunny spring day, everything was about to change.

During a break between classes, Miles spotted Alex sitting on a bench outside the school, completely absorbed in sketching something in his notebook. An idea sparked in his mind—a chance to assert his dominance once again. With a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

"Hey, weirdo!"

He approached Alex and snatched the sketchbook from his hands, flipping through the pages with mock enthusiasm. But as he turned each page, his bravado began to fade. He was taken aback by what he saw—almost every drawing depicted him. There were sketches of him playing guitar, laughing with friends, and even moments where he looked deep in thought. Each image was infused with a sense of admiration that made Miles's heart race.

"What the fuck..."

He looked up at Alex, full of mixed emotions.

"Did **you** draw all of this?"