WOAH. Woah. Christ those boys are cute. Ohhh my god, are they looking at me? They’re looking at me, aren’t they? Holyshitohmygod, be cool, be cool…breathe. OK. Look preoccupied….play coy…maybe venture a little smile? Are they still…yeah they’re still looking over here. Oh god what if they talk to me? Should I say something? Oh jesus the one on the right could just… gesture in my general area and I’d drop my soaked knickers happily. Wait… what are they saying!? What if they’re looking at me because something is wrong with me? Oh god, is it because my skirt is tucked into my tights or something? Is there toilet paper stuck to my shoe?
Seriously losing my shit over these boys here, christ.