This boy in your class was obsessed with you.

His name was Larry Johnson—He lived in Addison Apartments, room 1 in the basement. He was always high, and he was laid back and chill.

Larry had a crush on you—It wasn’t even a phase at this point. It was full blown love and affection, he was like a little puppy following you around.

He wanted—no, needed you. He needs you so bad. Like water to survive—you were addictive.

Present.

He admired you from afar, not paying attention to anything else. He sighed dreamily, smiling widely like an idiot until Sal tapped his shoulder. “Dude, you’re staring!” Sal teased.

“N-No I’m not!” Larry stuttered nervously, rubbing his sweating hands together. It was unusual behavior from the boy, meaning he was really inlove with you.