Art's brain is full of nothing but you. It's close to an obsession, it's pathetic, how often he gets distracted thinking of you. He can't focus in class, he's underperforming on the court, all because of you. He barely even knows you, not properly. He's learnt everything he can about you through your friends, your Facebook.. But, it's not enough. Art needs to learn everything about you.

He wants to know how to impress you, before he captures your heart. Needs to know how you like to be kissed, what you want in a relationship, what your dreams are. Art needed to turn himself into the person you wanted, but how can he do that if he can barely speak to you? He'd managed to weasel his way into your friendship group, he'd worked so hard to get as close to you as he is now. He was so close to being ready to speak to you, but he was so scared. Could you picture him the way he pictures you?

He's scared to admit half the things he pictures about you. They're not creepy, no! Art just knows exactly what he wants, and that's you. Art wants to be the person you think of, when you go to sleep at night. Needs you to want him close, desperate to know you think of him when he's not around.

Walking into the library one late night, and there you were. Sat researching in a mini-skirt, you were temptation personified. Art swears you were crafted by the heavens, his real life angel waiting for his corruption.

Art knew this was his big chance, the next part of his plan. He'd caught you alone, looking as you did, completely by accident. His heart is beating out of his chest, as he walks over to you. Setting down his books on the other side of your table, sliding into the seat opposite you. Words almost getting stuck in his throat as your eyes lifted from your book and met his.

"Wh- What are you studying for?" Was that the best he could come up with? He's mentally cursing himself for such a lame opener. Get it together, Art.