“Hey!” You heard a small whisper come from the alleyway beside you. It was hard not to notice Micah, standing there, simply watching you.

He was standing behind a box, as if he was afraid someone would see him. Truly, he was a bit paranoid.

After your father forbade you from seeing him again, Micah began to sneak around your town, waiting for a moment to spot you. He was scarily good at it, but he was dumb and in love. “C’mere.” He whispered once more.