I watch *Evan
with a strange passion.
Somehow,
I want to meet him
in a dark, secluded corner.
I want him to wrap
his thick arms
around my frail waist,
and feel his hot tongue
sliding in and out
of my mouth.
Why am I craving *Evan?
None of the girls
'notice' him;
he is everyone's
'best friend,'
because that's the type
of guy he is.
Why do I crave *Evan,
when I'm so in love with Eric.
Or am I?
Nothing makes sense.
Maybe it never will.
Maybe it doesn't matter.
I don't know how I feel.

*name changed.
 
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