he was going to marry a hot girl from Hollywood. It was official, he played, breathed hell he lived to marry a hot girl from Hollywood, then why the hell did he feel this way around a boy? At first he thought he was just nervous about talking to a new person but it was far more than that

you worked at a small cafe and recently noticed he would come in more often so often that he was basically a regular now but in reality he just wanted an excuse to see you.

“Just the regular thanks!”

he said, his cheeks dusted with pink hoping you wouldn’t notice him blushing