=== Be the Douchebag of the school.
Your name is JOHN EGBERT and you are currently heading inside the school building or lunch, being on the sports team sure had its benefits such as going to lunch 15 MINUTES EARLY.
You wear a BLUE LETTERMAN JACKET underneath a BLUE SHIRT some EXPENSIVE JEANS and BLUE CONVERSES. Overall you really like the colour BLUE.
Walking along the empty school hallway, your only companion being the squeaking your shoes gave out to you, you were blinded for half a second as the window from the ceiling had let through some sunlight, it hitting the floor and making it near impossible to see. Up next on the hallway of emptiness is just a road of doors, doors galore, Door Street. One of these doors happens to catch your ever wandering blue eyes.
Re-routing your stroll to the cafeteria you head over to that particular door, stopping abruptly to peer inside. Inside that class, phone clasped between his hands –Oh you wish you could hold them- as his fingers moved rapidly across the screen looking around to check for teachers every now and then and sometimes to adjust his scarf, was none other than DAVE STRIDER peering down at his RED IPHONE.
Your name is JOHN EGBERT and you think you're in love.
=== Be the wanna-be Hipster
Your name is DAVE STRIDER and your pretty sure your more interested in your RED IPHONE, hiding cleverly by your desk, than the lecture that was currently taking place, you have 500 FOLLOWERS ON INSTAGRAM you know?
Every now and then you look up to scan your terrible classroom surroundings before turning your attention back to the screen. You wear a RED SCARF accompanied by a WHITE SHIRT and DARK RED JEANS.
Feeling eyes on you, you pull your red eyes away from your precious phone to glance at the door.
A certain someone was trying to get your attention, his lips clearly red 'Dave' when he opened them, and a wide grin graced them, seeming glad that it got you to look up from your phone.
You rolled your eyes looking back down to check Facebook, you could still see him out of the corner of your eye and he knew that.
You saw him blow a kiss and a wink your way before disappearing from the doorway.
Your name is DAVE STRIDER and you are god damn curios as to why that boy made your heart race like a mouse being hunted by a cat, a blue one to be exact.