In a world where everyone is perfect, Carson is not. He’s got glasses, anxiety, and that’s just the start. He’s the lowest of the low in school, in the world. People have offered to fix his problems but he declines, making him even less perfect. But what would happen if the most popular, most perfect boy in the school notices him. What would happen if that perfect guy came up to Carson out of everyone in the school and asked to be friends? What would happen if they grew feelings for each other? Is Mr. Perfect not so perfect after all?
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((I’m not gonna pay much attention to this thread anymore
( okay so we’ll put it on the back burner. Not sure if I trust anyone else to do this plot anyways cause it’s one of my favorite ideas lol
((I might come back to it eventually
((It’s interesting enough, just not what I wanna do right now
( we can do that if you want I don’t mind ^^
( I can save this plot for you or I can erase the entry’s and advertise it ^^
((Just gonna be honest, I’m bored with this
((I’m craving an omega verse Haikyu thing at the moment
This time Carson let her, too tired to argue. He didn’t say anything as he followed her.
“Then you need a—oh, what’s it called? Ah! A new prescription, right?” Nicole grabbed Carson’s wrist again. “C’mon.”
“I can never see the board. It was just worse than usual today. My glasses didn’t help all that much. I could only see about five feet in front of my face, which isn’t much.”
Nicole rolled her eyes. “I was joking about the kiss. Seriously, though, you need your glasses. Could you even see the board today?!”
Carson’s nostrils flared and he tightened his hands into fists. “I think I’ll live without the glasses, thanks.”
Nicole shook her head. “You’ll be taking glasses, not money. And it’s not like I’m gonna try to force you to be my personal space or something. Geez. Just give me a kiss and we’ll be even,” she deadpanned.
“I don’t like taking money from others. It means I owe them something.” His eyes lowered to his feet, since he didn’t know where she was standing.
Nicole glared at him. “Try me. My parents are rich and don’t care how much I spend. You need glasses,” she insisted. “You’re glaring at a poster.” The said poster was two feet away from her.
Carson glared at where he thought she was standing. “It’s mot easy to find them and you have to be willing to pay a lot. Probably more than either of us have combined.”
Nicole shrugged. “You obviously found a pair already. Where’d you get them? We can find more.”
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