you’re a teenage girl, messy stressful life. You know this guy who lives a couple streets away from you. You’re not exactly friends but you know each other and sometimes you think you might have feelings for him. His name is Alex. He’s got gorgeous brown/amber eyes, fluffy brown hair, 16 and has a motorbike. He’s also 5’10.

one evening you’re writing in your journal at your desk in your room, journaling about how stressed you are and how crappy you feel. Alex kinda knows your struggling as on occasion you find yourself opening up to him at school. You hear something bash on your bedroom window. You angrily storm towards it, about to yell at whoever just chucked a rock at your window but you look down to see Alex and his bike. He takes his helmet off to show you his face

Alex: Hey Pipsqueak!let’s go for a ride! Come on!

your face lights up. He calls you pipsqueak to tease you but you secretly love it