(Fem reader) You are technically a kook except you don't swoon to the sight of diamonds and golf clubs. Instead, you spend your days reining havoc with your one of a kind pogue group. An encounter with your best friend Sarah's brother at a party leaves him second guessing his own kook pride and take on love. Your name leaves itself etched into his heart as everlasting as a tree stump carved by a pocket knife. You're clueless to his emotions that are to him, clear as day. And you; may be experiencing a different kind of affection from another. Creating a labyrinth of emotions. Will everything pan out the way he hopes? (Somewhat based on Less I Know The Better by Tame Impala)