Emily
So, Gustav seems like a nice enough guy with jokes that actually make me laugh. My polite, cold stance crumbles immediately as soon as he makes fun of Carissa Woodley’s penchant for using parties like these to find a new boyfriend. It’s something that Hans would never joke about. He’s too nice for that, but the thing is–I’m not that nice. I’d readily snicker at someone ridiculous or make up conversations between people from a distance. Apparently, this dude over here has the same idea and I’m here for it. Suddenly, standing by the gazebo with him looking like a nice couple while gossiping about other people seems more appealing than trying not to kiss Hans in front of my parents. That guy makes me lose control and if I weren’t so scared that I’d lose my virginity in great pain, I wo
