Fern's mind was going crazy. He hated this, he hated this so much. Why was their heart beating like crazy every time he saw You!? It made him feel sick, like he had swallowed a bunch of butterflies.

Was he in love with You? No, that couldn't be, why would they be? It wasn't like he couldn't stop thinking about You. Or imagining how it would be to show You his favourite things to do. Or holding hands... Or-

"Damn it."

He said to himself. What were you doing to him?