My name is KSI. I killed my boyfriend's entire family.
More on that later...
I looked around my empty room, trying to think about other things, trying to think about other people, but I couldn't. I physically couldn't. He was all that was on my mind. Every night, everyday, every hour, every minute. I couldn't even care less about all the drama that had been going on recently with our new brand LunchlyTM if I knew I would be able to see Logan by the end of the day. He was all that mattered. He was all that I needed. I was so worried by the fact he wouldn't be into men that I hadn't even really took the time to appreciate his presence. He was coming over tonight. And I was going to tell him everything. First I was going to let out my feelings, all the things I've been worried about. And then I'll say it.
Open
my
heart
to him.
He'd have to say yes, right? After all this touching, and joking and flirting... I was hoping at least a portion of it was real. Even if it really was just a minor detail. I didn't care if I was an inconvenience in his life and that he didn't like me as much as I liked him, I'd still settle for him. I needed him. I needed him more than the air that I breathe.
He was so perfect. The way his bright blonde curls swayed in the wind and glowed under direct sunlight. The way his eyes glistened, a sweet soul beneath them. The way he walked... to even the way he stood. It was just so... perfect. Kind of like your favorite number. It just feels right.
I knew the flirting had to be humorous, but it still felt real to me. As crazy as it sounds, I replay those moments in my head all the damn time. When he would slightly graze my shoulder, or take a slight look at my lips, I knew it was endgame. And I was completely smitten by the idea of his touch.
And I know what many of you may be thinking. Am I not dreadful of the fact that I'm a decided gay? The answer is yes. I just think Logan will be once he finds out... once he realizes. Once he realizes he's fallen in love with me.
I heard a knock at my door. He was here. His perfect face would be standing at my door. I raced down the stairs with a flash and opened the door quicker than lightening and smiled.
He was taller than me, cute, and basically everything you could ever need in a partner. Logan's cheeks flushed a pink color, and my eyes watered with pure love and adoration.
"Hey, Logan," I said femininely, and quietly. He straightened himself,
"Hi, KSI. Let me in, bruh." He scratched his prickly beard as he slowly came inside.
"I have some cheese pizza on the counter if you want some?" I offered. His fatass eyes lit up.
"Sweet. Don't mind if I do..." He began whistling as he walked leisurely into the kitchen. I followed behind him giddily. He took a slice and guffawed at the cheese pullage. "I like my cheese drippy, bruh."
I took a seat at the table and massaged my temples to physically declare my headache.
"I'm just so fed up with Daniel, man. He's trying to take our platform away while giving us free promo for LunchlyTM!" I exclaimed.
"For real, my boy. Dan is like, oh no no no we ain't giving you money, don't even think about it, girl!"
"I wish you were a girl, Logan." I whispered, looking into his eyes, tearing up.
"KSI..." He stammered, cheese falling from his bottom lip.
"I-I... I-I didn't mean to say that out loud! I- it just sort of came out? I guess? I'm sorry."
"No, KSI..." He came closer to me, practically begging me to lick the cheese from his mouth. "We can always rearrange the letters in your name to KIS..."
