Presented without commercial interruption, here is a scene from Falling in Love and Other Bad Ideas where one boy wants to impress another after their first meeting did not go well.
Right inside the doors of the main school hallway, there was a big brown bin off to the side for a can food drive. Tyler was heading there, if the can of green beans that rolled over to me was any indication. We were outside in front of the school, almost the same spot where I made out with a different guy as part of this insane scheme to—wait.
Instinctively, I moved to pick up the can that landed near my blue Pumas. However, my arms were holding a box filled with more cans for the same drive, so I squatted and then paused while considering logistics, and then I realized I looked stupid and needed to desist immediately. Which meant Tyler walked over and picked up his fleeing item instead.
“Altruism?” he asked, indicating the box in my arms with a note of approval in his voice. Before I could answer, he realized, “Oh, your family owns a grocery store, right? They gave you stuff to donate.”
Carrying the stuff in instead of making my scrawny little brother do it counted as a good deed for me. I recognized voicing the thought wouldn’t help, so I instead flashed him a charming smile and said, “I think we got off on the wrong foot.”
He made a noise of agreement. “You mean where I was polite, and you were sort of a dick?”
“Yeah, like I said. Wrong foot.”
“Was your behavior in anyway different from how you normally treat people?”
“Okay, we got off on the regular foot.” I redoubled down on a charming smile. “I now see that was a mistake.”
“I thought we were on the same page about this. I think being queer is all we have in common.” The words were apologetic yet firm.
“We could find out,” I suggested, halfhearted. How did I proceed? He continued to be immune to me.
Perhaps he began to thaw. “Alright, maybe we could get to know each other better.”
“Yeah?” Some internal organ leaped at the words, and I ordered it to knock that shit off. Hold on. Was that too easy? Was the chase over already? We probably didn’t have anything in common, so what was the point of—
“We can get to know each other.” A sly smile appeared on his face. “If you tell me one thing you aren’t good at.”