Chapter 1: Chapter 1
I've been watching him for the past few weeks.
I know it's weird, but I've been watching him. I've followed" him on instagram, if you can call it that. He posts these pictures of himself working out, looking buff, and all that jazz.I follow him because he's hot, but also because his posts are so fucking random. One day he'll be posting about how much he loves hisI don't know why. Maybe it's the way his abs look in those tiny little shorts he wears when he works out. Maybe it's theThen there's the vlogs. He does these little snippets of video where he talks about whatever is on his mind. It could be anything. This week he was complaining about not getting enough sleep because his roommates kept playing music too loud. Last week he was waxing poetic about this girl he saw on the train who was so beautiful it made him want to cry.The week before that he was posting about this new juice cleanse he was trying.
I've been following him for the past few weeks.I recognized him right away because of his huge arms and the t-shirt he was wearing that said "Fuck Yeah" in giant white letters. I M SURE EVERYONE ELSE DID TOO. He stood in front of the mirror doing his makeup and hair for what seemed like forever. Finally he gave up and left the room.I waited. And waited. And finally he came back.
He walked in and shut the door. He was wearing this really cool pair of flannel pyjama bottoms with buttons down the front. They were soft and comfy and looked really good on him. "Did you sign the lease?" he asked me. I told him I would in a minute.