"So, Unnamed, have you met Tate?" The wolf girl asked, her purple wolf ears perking up. Unnamed looked over at the sound of her voice. They hadn't met this girl, Tate, before. Nor much of her little group she called the Alliance. The wolf girl, their friend Gun, was with a girl with long blond hair, crystally blue eyes, creamy fair skin, cute black glasses, and a petite stature.

Her appearance alone made her stunning to Unnamed. They stood there wordlessly. Well, not that they could even talk. They'd been rendered mute a long time ago when they had been brainwashed by both of the groups' worst enemy, Code.

They stiffly waved and managed a smile. Tate smiled back, "It's very nice to meet you!" She chirped. Unnamed felt as if they would swoon from how gentle and kind her voice was. They quickly took out their notebook, their hands fumbling and sweaty. They wrote down something and showed it to Tate. It read 'Nice to meet you as well.' She smiled as she read it. "I've heard quite a bit about you, Parker, if you don't mind me calling you that." She responded. They quickly wrote down that they didn't mind.

Another girl from the Alliance, named Miranda, called Tate over. She quickly shook their hand and walked off. Unnamed felt red coat their face. A fluttering consumed their heart as it pounded.

Love at first sight.

Gun looked over to her friend. She let out an excited gasp as she saw their face. "You're in love!" She yipped. Unnamed quickly covered her mouth, but that didn't stop Gun from teasing him in a muffled voice. They looked embarrassed.

A part of them wanted so much to talk to Tate more, but their nervous and shy nature kept them away. Unnamed only looked at her from afar, then quickly walked off. Gun giggled and skipped off.

The euphoria and anxiety rushed through them as they quickly tried to regain their thought process. Unnamed sighed, smiling to themself, then walked off back to The Home. They went up to their room and tried to think. 'What was that feeling, Scott?' They tried to think, as if talking to a familiar being. Their older brother, Scott.

Unnamed had been wondering for so long if they'd ever see him again. They could describe how badly it hurt in their heart. That they'd never see him ever. The sky began darkening as they got their pajamas on, getting ready to rest. Tate still lingered in their mind as they went to their desk. They grabbed a sheet of paper and went back to their bed.

They sat down on the bed, which was next to  a window with a beautiful display of stars and moon outside on the night sky. The moon was like a flashlight and the stars were like glitter, all shone and sprinkled onto a black canvas. They mimed and sighed and smiled, leaning on the window frame. They wrote something down at the paper. 'It's strange to feel this way. Perhaps it will pass. Goodnight Scott.'

Then with that, they fell asleep, the moon glowing gently on them.