I don't know how to say this, but I think I'm in love with you. I seem to get these intense butterflies just thinking about you. Your presence twists, bends, and stretches my heart and other organs in a manner that is undescribable. At first such powerful jerks of nerves and muscles were painful. But now they've become somewhat of a sick pleasure. I get worried when I try to say I don't care about you anymore and I don't feel any doubt. But when I see you, how rare it might be now, the strength of the emotion you provoke in me is proof enough I'm far from over you. I bet I sound like a creep.
Join in the light hearted fun of teens in this simple city that is abruptly sobered when Zayne, Mr. Panty Dropper, hooks a deadly catch.