Keith was seated in a blank room at a mahogany desk. I am seated behind a glass window. I tap a mic and say, "Alright Keith, what's your opinion on the League? Let's start with... Lucas." I swallow nervously. Keith huffs and crosses his arms, "He's okay I guess, nerdy, but okay. Kinda intimidating when he tells Gail to shut up."

"What about... Claudius?"

"He's too ignorant to survive in a world like this. A bit of a scardey-cat. Intrusive. Goofy older brother."

"Gail?"

"Birdbrain. Weirdo. Kinda scary."

"Brinley, anything on her?"

"She's annoying to the degree of a chemically imbalanced teenager. Water."

"Okay...then... " I cough, "Ben?"

"Speedy annoying idiot. Keeps Brinley occupied with an argument. Punching bag."

"Wow. Uh. Chris?"

"Awkard single mother, Claudius-magnet."

"...Nigel...?"

"Who the hell is that?"

"Nevermind, uh, haha, Diana?"

Keith flushes, "Me siento seguro a su alrededor. Puedo confiar en ella. Ella ... ella entiende lo que duele. Ella no me juzga por lo que soy o me llama por mis nombres. Ella me consuela cuando estoy ... sintindome ... deprimida. Cuando la miro a los ojos, es como mirar al atardecer. Son tan vibrantes y hermosos. Ella es segura y todo lo que nunca ser. Yo ... creo ... yo ... yo ... tengo esta sensacin, no puedo describirla ... cuando la veo. Cuando hablo con ella Creo que estoy enamorado." Keith is flushed red and has slumped forward, burying his face in his arms. His ears had unfurled and were pressed flat against his skull, the tips pink.

I raise a brow, smirking. He looks up to see the camera I had in my hands that I had used to videotape the whole thing. His eyes go wide, his face flushing redder than before. "You recorded all of that..?"

-End of Video-

(Translation: I feel safe around her. I can trust her. She... she understands what hurts. She doesn't judge me for who I am or calls me names. She comforts me when I am... feeling... depressed. When I look into her eyes, it's like staring into the sunset. They're so vibrant and beautiful. She's confident and everything I will never be. I... think... I... I... have this feeling, I can't describe it... when I see her. When I talk to her. I think I'm in love.)