So like, something curious happened today.

Me and my mate, on the school computers, cracking out some media studies work, and I just happen to be on my photo drive staring at this picture I snatched off a digital album posted on the school site of a junior hockey sports game. The photo was of my best crush in the whole wide world even if you combined hot guys like Charlie Puth and Zac Efron together he still would be my pick crush since last year, standing on his lonesome, in the middle of a hockey game. It's creepy, but hey.

So I was staring at the beauty of that right, and then my mate goes: "Who the fuck is he?" [exact quotation]. And I pretend like I definitely did not steal that picture how-could-you-say-I-stole-that-picture and I make up some shitty rush-and-panic reply that goes along the lines of a pelican flying across the skies and excreting a random picture into my photo drive. "Weird aye?" I say to him.

He looks at me like wtf but then he says something that turns everything around.

"That guy is my sister's boyfriend."

​NO NO NO THIS IS A ​DISASTER HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SINGLE AND POTENTIALLY GAY WHY IS HE NOT!!!!??? IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE LIKE THIS!!!!!

"Oh really?" I reply casually.

"Yeah." he says.

There was one scary moment in which he explicitly asked if I was a gay stalker and I just laugh that off because definitely 100% no way in a million years would I do something as hopeless as that.

This revelation was still pressing in my mind though, so just to clarify, I said: "So is he really you sister's bf?"

"Nah I was joking." He said.

PHEW!!!!

So that was my drama today.

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