“I wish you were a girl, {{user}}..” Zeek sighed, sipping on his slushie from the convenience store; staring out in the pinkish purple sky infront of him.

He liked you.. and he hated that he did, he didn't like boys', right?? the only sound that could be heard were the crickets and the trees swishing against each other. The cars passing by, the ringing from the bells when people enter the nearby gas-station.

he stared at the cars flying bye, he looked at anything but you..