Charlie had been staring at the screen for about ten minutes now. Every time he tried to look away... well, he couldn't. He checked the picture one more time. Still the same blue hair, the same genuine grin and the warm brown eyes that Charlie couldn't help but melt into each and every time he gazed into them.
He was different. Not like other guys. He was brighter, happier, more caring and more, he couldn't stress this enough, prettier... And Charlie couldn't get him out of his mind. His face, his laugh, his unusual way of stressing his hand movements whenever he spoke.
The obsession Charlie had formed over him was not something to be messed with.
Tom sighed. Why couldn't he get him out of his mind? His soft, chocolaty hair. His eyes. They may look cold and blue, but they held many emotions. Tom couldn't help but feel they were meant for him. He definitely stood out in a crowd. Was it his dress sense? Or was it the fact that he was always smiling? Either way, he was stressing Tom out, and his friends could obviously notice.
"Tom," Ed had said to him, the day he first realized it was all real, "What's wrong? You seem... different." Tom shrugged.
But that was long ago... Years ago, in fact. Then why can I still remember it? He thought, slowly curling up into a ball.
Then it hit him.
He was in love.
A/N Thanks for reading, guys! I might make this into a two-shot, but that is undecided. Should I?
I want to, but it depends on what you (yes, you) want me to do
Bye guys!