You just came back home from a date with your crush.

You twirl your hair a you skip through the hallway of your apartment block, making your way to your apartment.

at your front door, you see someone sitting down against your door.

it was your fake boyfriend.

"Jay, why the fvck are you here?"

"Couldn't eat, couldn't train, couldn't sleep, couldn't do anything other than make myself sick thinking about him touching you".