As Angus is my first actual boyfriend, I'm greedy for any moment I can spend alone with him. We have to keep our relationship a secret from the world as long as love is mocked by the eighth-grade boy. I'm not picky. If we have to hide from society, but we can still be together, I don't care. I've been dating him in my mind for years. People get married in shorter time spans than I've been imagining us being together. According to all the online quizzes, I'm in love. I think I believe them. My heart aches when I haven't seen him for a long time, and I stare daggers at Janet, who is clearly flirting with him.
Referencing my title, I speak of the commercials for Old Spice. Those crazy ones with the guy who's yelling all the time. Angus uses Old Spice, and I just kept my head on his shoulder so I could smell him. He's like my own drug; and I'm addicted. Official for 18 days, and this is what happens.
I LOVE IT!! :)
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