I am a maniac, I always have my day planned out, to the amount of bites in which I eat my breakfast, the exact time it takes to make a simple meal and the exact amount of time it takes to wait for the bus. I am always counting. Therapists say I have a problem. I don't need any convincing; I believe so too. But something strange is happening. I've started counting the amount of times Lindsay Murray laughs in my Math class. Her giggles are addicting and they ring through my head all the time, making me unable to count, making my schedule all messed up. What is happening to me? IS? THIS? LOVE? Dear god, I hope not, or else another lazy wattpad girl will attempt to write a story about me and my love life. P.S. this has taken me exactly two minutes and thirty two seconds to write, not counting milliseconds, including this post script. (A/N I will not continue this story If you actually like it then sorry but it was a joke and i don't actually want to finish, you may continue)