Did your parents ever tell
you it was rude to stare at someone?
Yeah, my parents did, too. But I don't care, I found him attractive and
therefore I shall stare. ;)
His name is Ethan Von Dutch.
Sounds classy, eh? He is born from a very rich and very prominent family in the
city if not the country. It's like everywhere he goes, people know him.
But the thing is, Ethan is
simple. With all the money and the fame, he's still laid-back. He's this
extremely serious-looking guy who looks definitely gorgeous in black and like
he just stepped out of a signature ad campaign.
He's got this tousled
quite-wavy black hair, perfect perfect nose, equally perfect brown eyes and
naturally rosy to-die-for cheeks. To top it all off, when he smiles, unicorns
are born, pots of gold are found at the end of rainbows, and every single thing
on earth is absolutely peachy.
And I could go on for days
saying how truly handsome he is.
So yes. That's Ethan Von
Dutch, awesomeness incarnate.
But unfortunately, I can
just keep on staring. Cause for one, he is out
of my league. Definitely out of my league.
Second, it's like he could
pass for my older brother. :(
And third, the thing that
hurts and sucks and downright affects me the most, he does not know me.
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