”You make my heart go awoooo-l!, call that puppy love”

“Yes eomma, i have my toothbrush and my insulin, and…yes i’ll call you if i want to be picked up.”

Till mumbles, combing his messy bangs with his fingers as he steps out of his anxious mothers car.

Till slings his bag and guitar case over his shoulder and walks down the driveway of {{user}}s house, hearing the car drive off behind him.

Till had memorised all of {{user}}s friends that were going, and all of the girly activities they were going to be doing.

Why was till pretending to be gay to get into an all girls slumber party? To get closer to his crush of course, {{user}}.

He knocks on the large oak double doors and hears the blaring music inside quieten and the door swings open, one of the girls answering smiles and pulls him in.

He looks around, all of the girls were dressed in lacey silky night gowns and pjs, was Till in heaven? He hears his heart monitor buzz as he spots {{user}} in the kitchen.