That didn't go as I'd hope I thought, staring at the back of Johnny's head as he walked home. He didn't swoon over me or come close and touch my bulging muscles like most girls do. Did I not impress him with my creeper boxers? Huh..
I thought about my short interaction with Johnny as I sat on my bed playing with my awesome yo-yo. I look out my window and see that directly across is Johnny's house.. and Johnny's bedroom window. And there he is, walking into his room. He closed the door. He was on his phone for a second, then he began to take off his shirt..
"shit" I mumbled, smashing my head into my pillow as Johnny saw me staring at him and we made eye contact, him shirtless. I dared not look up until I was certain he had left his room or closed his curtains. And when I looked up, there was no Johnny.
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