WhoopsieDaisy

I honestly feel so terrible for thinking about him. First of all he's younger than I am. Why are they all so young? It doesn't help that he's as fresh as a fucking daisy. There is no acne on his face. There won't be acne tomorrow, or the next day, or the next day, or the next day. I mean, that's irrelevant to me thinking he's darling, but it does sort of make me insane. I already knew who he was. I just wasn't going to let it bother me. Plan: pretend you don't know him. But the problem was that he knew who I was. I know this because as soon as he heard me introduce myself to another person as my brother's sister, his eyes lit all up and I saw him look at me. I introduced myself to him, while he blushed and looked down at his feet and asked me some muffled question about myself. OH GOD. If only he had been loud and obnoxious and confident. Something about his bashful grin just really sold me. Then we talked. He seemed to notice when I made some question to the group that wasn't answered. He chuckled to himself a little as I pretended the question was hypothetical. Conflict: We're on the same page, and he was noticing me. Now it's just a little awkward. We have conversations for the sake of having conversations. Wait. I question myself. Plot twist: He never liked me and I made the whole thing up? Shit.