"He didn't even remember my name, Tom." Today was like any other day, in the fact that my school schedule was just as monotonous as ever, and my thoughts even more so. I stabbed at the square, burnt pizza in front of my as Tommy stood up from his chair, as he often did whenever he thought he could give me advice.

"Do you remember his?" Tommy asked, holding his head up with his hands with his elbows on the table. It was a strange pose, I'm not sure how he could stand it.

"Of course I do! How could I forget?" He had the most memorable name imaginable. Quackity. He himself was the most memorable thing imaginable.

"Have you tried talking to him?" Tommy suggested, as if it would be no trouble at all.

"Oh no," I laughed at the idea. "No no, I couldn't do that."

"Why not? You want to know him, right?"

"Well of course but-"

"Then talk to him!"

I look up across the lunch room at him, Quackity, the man I knew I could never forget (and even more so never talk to), sitting with the school jock-jerk and his little posse. As he did everyday. He seemed so distant, staring off into the empty space ahead of him, so lost in his own thoughts. As he did everyday. I was lost in my thoughts too.

Thinking about him made me get lost. He's beautiful. Like nothing I've ever seen before. But he always seemed so alone. I've been stuck viewing from a distance, until recently of course.

The first time I talked to him, actually talked to him, held a conversation with him; it was for tutoring, and I was far too aggressive. I've been wishing I could go back and redo that day over ever since.

"Hey," I was suddenly brought back into reality by Tommy snapping his fingers in front of my face. "Earth to Wilbur! Wilbur Soot! Heellooooo!"

"Sorry."

"Thinking about him again?" He asked, used to my mindless staring, used to how often I get lost. I didn't answer. "So are you going to talk to him or what??"

"I don't know... I'll think about it."

Tommy sank back into his chair with a sigh.

"Well that's one step closer."

I looked back up at the man of my dreams to find he was looking at me too. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, but instead of frantically looking away as I often did, I stopped myself. And I smiled. And it was subtle, but,

He smiled too.