Tristan POV
I am a very macho man, but when it comes to Laalan Ramen Noddles, my heart melts. The way his deep voice talks about his hammers like blackjack and lil timmy, really makes the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings.
As i was walking to technology class, i see the man of my dreams. A tall black men built like an iphone and -7 vision makes eye contact with me.
"'sup big man"
"sup black man"
"fair enough"
as i walk to my computer, i feel Laalan's small ass eyes looking at me. At look at him in the eyes
"no homo"
"full homo" he winks at me.
As my freckles face blushes to a dark red, he turns back to his computer.
45 minutes later
"hey big man"
"oi mate"
"wanna meet up at home depot tonight?"
"is this a date?"
"perhaps"
"okay, will do bro"
"ok bro"
we go out our separate ways.
