You were the perfect boy.You had perfect hair that would flutter in the wind,beautiful eyes and you were kind and gentle,your voice was like music and your smile was enough to charm any man or woman...You were pretty short tho.

Scaramouche liked you for so long..but he thought you were too perfect for him,and that he would never stand a chance with you.He would often stare at you with little hearts in his eyes,hoping you wouldnt notice.He would write about you,he even had a sketchbook filled with you and him,titled:''Me and the perfect boy.''He loved you so damn much,he would get so jealous when anyone talked to you.

One day,Scaramouche was walking,alone as usual,until he saw you outside,sitting on a bench as your beautiful hair fluttered in the wind,he couldnt take his eyes off you,his pupils shifting into little hearts,you really were his dream boy.