Okay, so there's this guy, Chris, and he's amazing. He' sweet, likes aweshum music, and is completely gorgeous. And, obviously, I like him. Like, lots.
Well, last week he gave me his jacket. I've had it for nearly two weeks, 'cause he said I could keep it for awhile if I wanted. And I did, so, here I am. Then, yesterday, he hugged me. Ah, I thought I was gonna faint, for serious. I swear, I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat, it was beating so fast. And today, he asked to see my arm (I used to cut, and I recently started again). He made me promise I wouldn't do it anymore. Then, after lunch, his friend walks up to me and told me that Chris likes me.
So, naturally, I'm all like, "F*ck yes!" when I get home.
But, yeah, he likesss me! Ahhhh! :D
Oh, but this one girl, Emma, she's all like, "He likes you?"
So, I'm all like:
