I was never really one for socialization. My brothers Dave and Bro were the more outgoing ones, and I just enjoyed keeping to myself. I never really had friends growing up, besides my cousins Rose and Roxy. I typically locked myself in my room, blinds closed, lights on, so I never felt guilty seeing the sun go down, telling me that I had holed myself away for eight hours again.

I'm not one of those people that sit in the same spot all day, scrolling through Tumblr or playing The Sims. I build. Robots. It's been a hobby of mine for years. Learning came easy to me; I grew up a gifted student and even skipped the tenth grade, graduating high school at seventeen. But robotics has been my favorite thing to learn. As a kid, I would take things apart, and eventually I figured out how to put them back together, sometimes making them better than they were before. When I was nine, I took apart my Playstation and rebuilt it with a clear covering so I could see the mechanics on the inside. When I was ten, I tried to take apart our fridge, but I broke it, so now it's where Dave, Bro, and I store our weapons. At eleven, I built myself a remote control helicopter with some towel rods and some parts I kept after I broke the fridge. It wasn't until I was about thirteen that I wanted to build an actual robot. So after some digging around, I checked out a book from the library and saved up my money to buy parts. After a few weeks, Squarewave was born. I built him to be a rapping partner, but I made his skill level too low, and after a few weeks, I beat him. No one can beat my sick rhymes. So when I was fifteen, after more studying and skill building, I built Sawtooth. I still haven't beaten him.

So here I am- an eighteen year old recluse who builds robots and gadgets in his room all day, only leaving when I need new books or supplies, which isn't very often. I could be in college right now, blowing people's minds with my mad skills, but I don't want that. Instead, I sit in my shitty room in my shitty apartment with the scent of Indian food blowing up through the vents, depriving myself of vitamin D.

So one day, I opened my blinds.

And I was greeted by the most stunning pair of green eyes I have ever seen.