i rarely see him
but when i do
my heart farts
after that weird ass dream i decide to ignore it and start paying more attention to the real life him
*for purposes of hiding his identity lets call him gary*
Gary would always pass me after gym. right after i sweated like a pig great right?
anyways, gary always knew how to make me smile
without even talking to me
i would just look at his legs and laugh out loud!
*sigh* oh gary
i realy wish he would talk to me
or even follow me on instagram
then he could see how good my tits look in that one top
will he ever see me the way i see him?
does he even know who i am?
omg hes walking this way
what the fuck
"hey"
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The Deep Love Story of Vyle
RomanceWant a steamy yet appropriate story to read when feelin like a bad bitch? dis shit 4 u told in the pov of vhizzles, a bad bitch in 11th grade trying to figure shit out