(This story is NOT related to Frozen) What would you do if you were a small, weak, cute, 2 '7 girl liked by a big, strong, popular, 6'10 jock? Jason's POV: "Hey" I lower my voice as low as possible to the point ears can't detect the frequency levels and it's actually me mouthing hey to her in an extremely awkward and creepy way. "Oh poop farts, I think I was so struck by your beauty and your bright blue ocean baby blue moonlight twinkle twilight sky night starry bluebell orbs that I forgot how to speak" *Nice save bru she's probably in love with you already* I think to myself as I just successfully rizzed her up .