when i wake up, i look out my bedroom window. Ty. Why am i in love with him? i think. Its really beginnig ot bother me. looking at him through my window, i can see his blue eyes and his flawlessly tan skin. he’s not wearing a shirt. His abs look amazing. “I’ve always been a sucker for a guy with a nice belly,” i thought out loud. im in love with this boy, and thats the cold hard truth.

And i know what i need to do.