'You're alive!'Avi texted back almost instantly. 'Yup. Alive as I'll ever be.' I replied to him. 'Haha' Avi replied. I wonder why Avi was texting me. No one likes me, unless. Does Avi like me? No, he can't. Can he?
I smiled at that. Why did I smile? Wait, do I like him?
Oh god, no. Please no. Father would be really angry if he found out. And hit me, beat me, hurt me, scare me. What if I didn't tell him if I do. That would work right. Right?
You know what, I think I do like Avi. He does have a very handsome face, lips, body, chest, and lower are-, NO! Stop thinking about that. I felt myself getting a little excited about thinking of him, and his lips, chest, and lower are- OK I NEED TO STOP!
My breathing became hitched when I though about him again. Does he have a six pack? Does he have a hairy chest, I like them? Is he hairy in general? Does he work out often, and if so how sweaty does he get? How big is his co- I need to stop thinking about, that.
I do have a crush on Avi, and this could be the worst thing in the world. Avi's not even gay, or bi. He's straight, and he'll never love me. I started to get sad, and if things couldn't get any better, it started to rain. Great. Just great.
I started to walk home, thinking of an excuse to tell my father why I was gone for so long. I was to busy think when I bumped into someone.
Oh god, not him. Wait, please be him.
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I couldn't stop laughing when I wrote this. If my family knew what I was doing, they would disown me. I'm not joking.
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