My Secret Admirer

Secret admirer's p.o.v. It's crazy when you stop and think of what we do in the name of love... I am bored. I was at home with my parents, but we had a family dinner and my cousins, those of my age, couldn’t make it. The little ones were either playing amongst themselves or sleeping and the adults were talking together. Including my parents. So, you see why I am sitting or lying (it’s in-between the two) here. Wondering where ‘here’ is? Well I’m in the kitchen, more precisely on the kitchen counter. I picked up my phone to text my best friend Clara but remembered that she was on a date with her soon-to-be-boyfriend, as I called it and therefore won’t be picking up or replying anything from me, at least not any time soon. Sighing I put my phone back down but picked it up again when I heard the notification sound. It was a notification from i********: notifying me that Aiden Percival had posted something on his story. I opened it on his page and sighed dreamily. Gosh he was cute. How can he be this good looking but such an ass when he opens his mouth? A few months ago, Aiden got signed as a model so now he weekly posts pictures of himself and some brands. Is he any good you might ask? The number of his followers has more than tripled since he started posting those pictures, going from 2 thousand to almost 7 thousand in six months. I checked for any forming drool on my face but finding none I continued my ‘stalking’ and scrolled down. I wouldn’t necessarily call it stalking just checking his page and seeing what he’s up to. Okay so it is stalking. Anyhow my breath hitched in my throat when I read his caption on his recent pic: ‘Text me cuz I’m bored