I'm officially very creepy.
Our story begins last night at Youth Group. I was sitting in one of the bench thingys, and I looked a few seats to my left to see-//drumroll pls & thx// a hot boy. Whoop. Ok no but like he was actually really really attractive, which is extremely, depressingly, rare in middle school boys. So naturally, I
introduced myself like a person, hoping to be friends stared relentlessly at him. And then
this is the part that redeems me I TOOK MY PHONE OUT AND STARTED TAKING PICTURES OF HIS FACE WITHOUT HIM KNOWING. Oh, I know, I'm awful. Thankfully, he didn't see me doing that. However, he did catch me staring at him a few times, to which I
smiled normally and slowly looked away dramatically, and shamefully noticeably, whipped my head to look on the other side. Because nothing says "I definitely wasn't staring at you" like turning away as quickly as you can and flapping your hands wildly. Ugh, whatever, I wasn't about to
not stare at him.
I then proceeded to take pictures of him as we walked out of the building, but I didn't really get a good picture of him face, which is disappointing, but eh.
Anyway, that's the story of me being a decidedly creepy creep.
See you later internet.
no h8 m8, see u l8r, r8 8/8
