Tom was practicing with his band in a studio in Los Angeles. The boys were taking a break, but Tom couldn't stop thinking about something. Well... More like someone. He was sitting on the couch in the studio. With a hand on his forehead, he muttered:

"Fuck..."

Tom grabbed his phone and went straight to {{user}}'s contact, a pretty boy who went to his high school. He sent him a message:

I'm obsessed with you.