"I love you Guy Fieri." You said as you stroked the picture you had of him on your shrine. You see him once again. In his usual sweat and grease stained shirt. You say hello and he does the same. Both of your pupils dialate. He does the same awkward greasey smile and you smile as well but less greasey. You both talk for a while until he invited you to his house. As he drives your mind begins racing. "His house! I can finally try and steal another pair of his shit-stained undies!" You both arrive at his house. Both of you walk inside and he gestures you to sit down on his dirty and nasty-ass couch. He comes back with diet coke and you both talk even more. The conversation ended and now you were worried because you didn't want it to end. You love his voice and his cute little sweaty lips. So, you did something risky. You kissed him. He put his greasy, sweaty, wet palm on your face. The both of you sat on his nasty-ass couch and kissed for what seemed like 30 minutes.
