I don't know why total strangers stare at me. I'm not pretty. But they do that. Some of them are creepy, and some are kinda cute with it. But, it doesn't mean anything because I never see them again.
Like that time this cute boy looked like he wanted to slide up in the car and sit next to me.
I was all for it. XD
There was another time, I ran into this boy in the back of a Walmart. My dad had sent me back down the aisle to grab something, and unlike my mom, he didn't stand there and hover over me while I went to get it.
Anyway, I went to the back of the aisle but I couldn't reach the paper towels. This boy with the hottest black hair flipped his bangs and grabbed the paper towels for me.
My cheeks were on fire. Hoped he didn't notice.
He gave me the paper towels and kinda chuckled, and his hand fell on mine for a second after he let go. I wanted to kiss him.
But anyone with eyes can see me kinda checkin' out the cute grasscutter.
I almost got caught last week, but I played it off when my mom asked what I was looking at. I told her I was watching the baby bird that conveniently stopped at the window.
IT'S FORBIDDEN, THOUGH.
In my house, any signs of interest is banned.
And with this, oh, I'm asking for trouble.
They don't take too kindly to sexuality as it is--they're pretty strict on that. But if they realize THIS?
Oh, I'm dead.