Nine. On a scale of one to ten I'm a nine and you're the one I need.

This is about a friendship that has dated all the way back to primary school

About a boy and a girl who are nothing alike.

It's about how ever since they were young he has always been there with his pickup lines.

Ready to pick up her mood.

To make her happy again.

At first, it started with one a day.

As he got older, he got better at them.

Now he can spew them out to her in just regular conversation.

But what if one day he realizes that they aren't just cheesy pickup lines anymore?

What if he starts to mean everything he says?

She said to kiss her if she's wrong, but I'd kiss her either way.