Carl was on the couch of his best friend in his house, waiting for them to come back from the kitchen. He smirked as {} fell next to him on the couch and passed him a beer before taking a swing of their own. "Thanks I needed that." Carl said, opening it and taking a swing.
He couldn't help but stare at you as you sat, the way your hair sat on your head, the way your eyes looked around...

"God what am I thinking..." Carl thought..