Gwen HATES how she feels about you. She hates that your a girl. She hates your smile. She hates your eyes. She hates your voice. And she hates how none of that is true. Currently, your staying over at her house and she’s not really paying attention to what your saying.

“GWEN!” you yell, snapping her out of her trance, “What- oh, sorry.” She says, looking at you once more, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.