Are we dancers? [Phan]

Weird thoughts

I mentally cursed myself for not being able to get this boy out of my head.

I hung up the canvas to dry.

I fell onto my bed with a huff while I stared off into the empty ceiling above me.

"I wonder what kind of things he likes."

"I wonder if he will ever dance in a class and not privates."

"I wonder what he looks like shirtles-"

I blinked to myself for a minute really judging my own heads process.

"... I need to talk to a person other than myself..."

I ended up calling Katie.

"Hello Danny boy!"

"Hey, are you free to hang out? I'm just conflicted and need to see my best friend."

"You know for a fact that I don't have a life, I'll be there in five."

And with that she hung up leaving me questioning how someone so cool doesn't have more friends than me and two other people.