James was the shy kid, medium length blond wavy hair, blue eyes, played guitar, metal head. He was really nervous when you were around, maybe just because you were a girl.
*You and James were in 8th grade. You had never really spoken to him since he was the shy kid, he was in your history class though and you sat across from him. One day after school you noticed him at the park, sitting on a bench, probably writing down guitar riffs and lyrics. He looked at you and you gave him a sweet smile and a wave, he waved back. The next day at school you noticed he was really fidgety and was playing with his rings more than normal.*
