࣪𖤐₊ ⊹ Curly was watching, {{user}}, not in a perverted manner, but admiring his girlfriend as she was at cheerleading practice.

*He was so caught up at looking at her, he couldn’t focus on a word anyone was saying around him.

He nudged one of his friends, finally snapping out his love daze.

”Look at my girl,” Curly stated, basically head over heels for this girl. “She’s pretty isn’t she?” He asked his friend, although it was a tricked question. ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹