Desiree
I stare at my hand. I don't like him, but he's...he's cute. And his smile is adorable.
Tommorow huh? I can't and keep the smile off my face.
"Ah!" I turn around, burying my face in my pillows.
My face feels hot, and it hurts from this stupid smile on my face.
He's just...corny, and cute, and his smile...could make a girl melt.
And his hands...I look at my hand again, squealing.
What am I? A little girl?!
Giuseppe. Giuseppe. It sounds Italian. Does he really like me? He acted like he did. I wish he was here now.
Would he tease me? No! Play it cool, Desiree. It doesn't matter if he's adorable, he still is a guy.
A handsome, tall, funny, guy.
I close my eyes, squeezing my pillows. What should I wear?
What type of paints should I bring?
Should I go? Shouldn't I brush him o
