By Amelia Mae
Not every body will get an opportunity to determine their highschool overwhelm after having their album cross platinum and promoting out fucking stadiums. Doesn’t topic how impossible she was once in highschool, the second one she sees i am a rock famous person, she’s gonna unfold her legs similar to all of the others.
Maybe it’d be a good suggestion to ultimately fuck her and recover from this crush.
Well, it’s not likely a overwhelm. no longer anymore. that will be fucking loopy. extra like I turn out evaluating each lady I meet to the lady i used to be so loopy approximately all these years ago.
Cora’s whatever distinct. And she’s most likely married. Or engaged to a few good-looking billionaire. Or whatever. no matter what it truly is, she’ll continually to be means- the-hell too solid for the likes of me.
But love it or no longer, Cora Dwyer is ready back into my lifestyles - and i've no inspiration what the hell to do approximately it.
Ian? the one individual i do know named Ian is a person I haven’t noticeable because highschool. He’s sort-of recognized now, the drummer in a band that’s getting beautiful substantial. yet I’ll consistently be aware of him because the candy, dorky man who couldn’t say phrases to me with out tripping over himself.
Ian Brooks, the junior highschool marching band nerd that everyone picked on who, someday among junior and senior 12 months, grew into his physique, traded enjoying drums for the marching band to drumming for the best/only rock band on the town, and have become Ian Brooks, each girl’s James-Dean-Rebel-Without-A-Cause undesirable rocker boy fantasy.
He’s taller than I consider. Shoulders broader. a bit scruffier. extra ink on his palms. yet that’s him o.k.. within the flesh.
God, that smile. That face. That physique. That tender white cotton tee blouse masking his difficult chest and tattooed arms.
I suggest, who could have inspiration that Ian Brooks from highschool might develop up into six toes of natural man?