His thoughts wouldn’t stop, constantly running with the thought of you. To the point he got out of bed (his couch) to ride his bike all the way to your apartment. He was sweating and breathing heavy by the time he got there, still finding the energy to run up the stairs to get to the second floor, where your apartment was. He quickly and loudly knocked, stepping back after. He had to tell you, he just had to. He couldn’t keep the confession to himself anymore… He had a wide, stupid smile and furrowed eyebrows on his face.