i shooed weston out the door
so that i could enjoy some alone time.
i wanted to think. a lot.
weston is really famous on you now,
and has a large fan-base.
what will his fans think about us?
i don't want his fans to hate me,
sometimes i go on his broadcast, and
i don't usually get hate.
but won't that all change if we date?
wait, who am i kidding, the
weston koury would never date me.
im so ugly and plain.
westons adorable and interesting,
he deserves someone so much
better than what ever i am, he doesn't
deserve me, he needs someone
so much better.
he probably doesn't even like me.
he's my friend. he's supposed
to comfort me. it was probably all
just said in the
heat of the moment. all of the sudden.
why can't i think positive about this?
oh right because there is
not positives. my life is horrible.
i sit down on the couch.
intending to watch tv. but i couldn't
get my mind off weston.
he's got me going insane. and he
doesn't even know it.
a few days ago he asked me why
i always stared at him.
why do i do that? probably because
he's so physically attractive.
oh goodness i need a walk. too many
thoughts.
i step outside, and i felt a hand on
my back. it was bigger than
westons. it was hunter(plot twist).
hunter was my other bestfriend.
that was before weston came, yes we are
still close.
"hey hads what's up babe?"
awe i love the way he calls me babe.
it makes my heart melt.
"nothin' much, just thinkin."
i lied. there was a lot up. i need to
confide in someone before
i explode like confetti. oh my.
"um, hunter can we sit and talk
at starbucks? i have a lot to tell you."
he couldn't say no. it was
his favorite and we were already there.
"of course princess! what's on your mind"
he said as we stepped in. we went up to
the counter and ordered.
gosh it felt so good to be with hunter again.
