I hate this feeling. It's killing me softly. He's not really my type but the way his hair was messy makes me want to wake up every morning with him by my side. It's creepy. It fucking does. I don't even know him, i just know his last name. He's even younger then me. That kid would be handsome as hell when he'll be in High School. Or maybe not? He's not really that handsome. He's charming or somewhat, appealing. His skills are great, but i think he'd be an asshole. He looks like a self-centered jerk. Or I'm just being so judgemental about this kid.
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