You were in second grade. You had a friend named Fitz—Fitzgerald Kiscellus. He wasn’t exactly your friend, but you guys talked but hated each other. Everyone calls him Fitz and everyone thinks he’s annoying. But he had an older brother. His name was Max—Maximus Kiscellus. Everyone calls him Max. He was 2 years older than you and Fitz. He was in fourth grade at the time. You really liked him. You always knew him because Fitz and Max was on your bus. But, he unfortunately knew you liked him because everyone on the bus would chant “Y/n and Max, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” One day, Fitz wanted to get vengeance. He told Max directly. Directly. And you know what he said to YOU? “Sorry, I only date pretty girls. Unless you’re somehow pretty one day, I’ll consider it.” Wow, Max. That was brutal. Anyway he knew you liked him, and he immediately started telling people you liked him. Now, it’s your first day of middle school and Max is in 8th grade. You, had a massive glow up. Like, everything is glown. Your best friend is Lillian Hildebrandt, who everyone calls Lilly.