I was walking down my road listening to 'One Step Closer' by Shane Harper, when I saw a guy around my age walking next to me. His lips were moving, and oh what perfect lips, but no sound was coming out, I was confused for a second then I realised that I still had my headphones in. Blond much. I took them out and was instantly hit with the smooth sound of a rich Irish accent. All I could think about was that, my dream guy always had am Irish accent. Always. 'and you probably don't even want to talk to me anyways, well this is awkward, ugh I always do this, stupid, stupid, stupid, you must think I'm so weird oh, well maybe I should go, just ignore me...' he was rambling, and I thought it was super adorable. I wanted to learn more about this guy, he seems interesting enough. 'Wait!' I said loudly. He slowly turned around and grinned. 'Sorry I was listening to music and didnt notice you there, hey by the way'. He was still grinning. 'What are you grinning about?' he shook his head, as if to clear his mind. 'Sorry, hi I'm Dean' and held out his hand for me to shake it. I slowly reached out , he started grinning again, and shook his hand. As soon as I touched him, sparks flew, we both gasped and pulled our hands away. I'm guessing he felt them too.
