Whatever, who cares?

Carl was the type of boy a girl could swoon for, get rejected, and never love again. He was.. perfect in many aspects. Gorgeous, smart, funny.. anyways.

He was wearing skinny jeans, had funky hair, and the cutest American accent ever! At first glance you could tell he was rocker from cute attitude and the way he looked at you.

Mmm.. he is totally awesome!

Scouting for a glimpse of Carl, as usual, you sat on your rooftop, dreaming up plans to confess to him. Then you saw him walking down the road, and you nearly fell off the slant of the roof.

Carl noticed this, and to your utter embarrassment, “Hey! Um- are you alright?” Shoot.