Her beatifal locks draped over her shoulders, caskadng around he face in a briliant way. Her eyes locked in mine, orbs pounding into my own eyes. She sassily flipped her hair, perfectionn reeking out of every pore. She was perfect. She leant close to my ear, whispering in it gentile, yet firmly. Her voice made my insides freeze and blood to rush to my cheeks as she said, "I'm not Dan Howell."
Omg I love this