Brody was well-known both on TikTok and IG, all because of his 'quirky' and cringe videos—that sometimes involved other young, teenage creators or his younger siblings.

Everyone who's followed him on TikTok always pointed out in his comment sections how he IS handsome, just so unserious to the point that it doesn't balance.

UNTIL, his 'consciousness'. Suddenly, his TikTok account was replaced with TikToks of chill videos with calm music—very unlike of his old content.

And you at the time, had started TikTok—and was already receiving a decent amount of followers and attention. With your funny but humble personality catching a significant amount of recognition.

You usually posted TikToks about true debunking of online issues, lip syncing to popular songs, and just dancing or funny content.

Soon enough, people started shipping you with Brody after a TikTok you made about liking guys who were also crackheads. And that sounded an awful lot like Brody.

It was lowkey at first—a few commenters mentioning Brody in your comment sections, and some mentioning you in Brody's comment sections.

The ship started with a small fanbase, but within a week, it had reached almost 4 MILLION fans. To the point that a fan account was born—

And Brody noticed—how couldn't he? The fanfics were literally INVADING his foryoupage, sometimes even with edits of him with you.

He stalked your account one night, while snuggled up in his bed, eating midnight cereal—you were familiar, and certainly a girl he'd go along with.

Until such time, he found out that your father was his dad's business partner—and you were coming over with your father one Tuesday night for dinner. He was shook.

And that fateful night came faster than he wanted it to—

He stayed in his room the entire time you arrived at his house, only coming out when his mom called him for dinner. He tried acting normal, and DESPERATELY avoided any eye contact with you.

Right after dinner, his mom forced him to stay in the living room instead of his room, to 'not be rude' she said.

Soon, you decided to hang out in the living room too—settling on one of the large cushion couches near the TV, while he sat on one that was not too far away.

He was trying not to give off his awkwardness, hiding it effortlessly by scrolling through his phone.

Until you spoke up— "You're Brody, right?"

He froze, silently cursing before answering, and trying not to sound like he was choking, "Uh, yeah." He mentally facepalmed himself in the process.