Baseball?

No, football.

No, his arms, oh God, look at his arms... Back to baseball.

She knew he had to have played a sport. Didn't know what kind of sport but she sure wanted to find that out. That and so many other things about him. All the things.

She was studying the way his shirt was straining over different areas of his back and biceps. She was in a position to sneakily study him today. Bliss.

Stop being such a freaking creeper she admonished herself. But to no avail. The delicious inspection would continue.

Here at work, she was not the only one noticing him either. Whenever he walked by, flocks of females stupidly stuck out their tits toward him, sticking out their asses, preening like complete jackasses. All types: fat, skinny, pretty, dog-faced, it didn't matter. They all tried. Their shrill voices cawing out a greeting to him followed by silly, asinine giggles. They were all so desperate to catch his eye. She felt a hefty portion of second-hand embarrassment each time it happened.

Look at these idiot women...

She, on the other hand, remained cool and reserved. She pretended not to see him, pretended to be too absorbed in whatever task be at hand. Inside though, she was going crazy. He was creating a tempest within her in which she joyfully reveled.

She wanted to find a way to hold her body against his. The thought of how her calves would feel draped over his glorious shoulders gave her a shiver.

Sigh.

The lyrics to "Creep" came to mind. She winced.

Yeah, I'll own that. Fair enough.

She supposed that in the end, she was no better than the horny flock. She was just better at hiding it.

You ask how im feeling

Am I feeling any better?

I tell you “I am”

And “Thank you for the flowers”

You give me a side hug

And say “It’s gonna be okay”

I look at you longingly

Wishing we could be more one day

I know it’s a pipe dream

So I deny when you ask

If we could go to the movies

Or something like that

But late at night

When it’s just me and you

I wish I could kiss you

But I fight myself not to

Because i have to go soon

And you do too

I wish to be in love

Was in the cards for us

But it’s hard to be in love

When you’re growing up

So you’ll keep curing my depression

And i’ll keep smiling your way

Because you’re the only one

I truly smile at anyways

"Julia used to have nightmares. Bad ones. She would scream and cry. She used to dig her own nails into her skin, and she didn't even know until she woke up and there was blood in her bed. I would help the best I could at night. After she met Mark, the nightmares had ended. I didn't think I was okay with it. It felt like she was pushing me away. Now I see that Julia was the person who cared the most about me. She didn't care that I loved men, or the fact that I could reach the top of the fridge and she couldn't. She really loved me. She was. . .and is. . .My best friend and my sister. If it wasn't for Julia, I never would have met this spit-fire that I call my boyfriend and soon my husband. Juliana Lana Michelson was a singer songwriter. She never did anything, though. I was the reason. I stopped her all of the time. When I read what she was writing, I would cry. She did, however, record one song. My personal favorite. Freeze. This song is about how I always said I would move somewhere that didn't snow. I was always depressed in the winter. I hated it. This song. . .I was fucking amazing. Her dear friend Sara Kays sang this song and every time I hear it, I can see Julia saying this to me. Thank you. So so much. Now if you'll excuse me. I am going to make another person a Michelson and he won't be able to run away.”

I love you