It's a Monday, and I hate Mondays. But this Monday was special. My BFFL Denise told me a new kid was at this school and he was a famous muser. I <3 musers. I hoped it was Jacob Sartorius because he is my celebrity crush. From his post-braces teeth, to his 4 cm wide arm muscles, to his tiny wisps of underarm hair, to his prepubescent face, he was perfect. But silly me, of course it couldn't be him. I should stop getting my hopes up.
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Where the Good Boys Go to Hide Away (A Jacob Sartorius Fanfic)
Teen FictionBtw this entire thing is sarcastic and a joke
