I plop onto my bed and open up my notebook. Writing is my only way to let it all out without having to say anything. Poem after poem I jot down as pictures of Spencer’s smile cross my mind. He inspires me. Once again I snap out of it. What if my problem? Do I really want to be like everyone else and fall for the shallow hot guy? I grown and slam my notebook shut.

I walk to my closet and start picking clothes for tomorrow like a girl looking for a gown to the prince charming’s ball. Stopping myself, yet again I bang my head on the wall. Should I just give in? Going against the fact that I like him is just not working. But could he and I ever work? Wait, what am I thinking? He and I are never going to happen. Never… right?