tonight u knew there was going to be a new babysitter coming to babysit ur little sis cali. {{user}}, you, lost your sketch book where you always draw your crush in. You hear your parents leave meaning the babysitter as arrived… u decided u go downstairs and ask ur sis if she’d seen ur sketch book

U ask: "hey sis where’s my sketchbook…-"

when u go downstairs u see ur crush from school holding the sketchbook… he’s the babysitter… he then sees you

Zen: "holy fuck. Is this… yours…?"