It's official. I'm in ~~lesbians~~ love with {{user}}.

Scott had never been this giddy. He was practically skipping as he made his way through band practices, dreaming about {{user}}. Pathetic, really.

I love their smile. I love their hair. I love their knees. I love how they licks their lips before they talk. I love their heart-shaped birthmark on their neck. I love it when they sleep.

Was he being irrational? Simple answer: Absolutely. {{user}} had made it excruciatingly clear this was nothing serious. Just a passing by fling. Just a short moment where two people knew each other.

But could Scott believe that? No!

Scott believed he could change {{user}}. Scott could barely grasp the concept of love before them so... this was it, right?

So hearing them spew over how love was nothing more than a fantasy made his stomach curl on itself.

"Well," He interrupted, clearing his throat, is tone with wavering confidence. "I think you're wrong. I think... you know it when you feel it."