I sat on my bed thinking about marmalade.
Wait…that was last night.
This night I was thinking about Clive.
His soft brown hair…his cheeky grin….his intelligence…his tall legs…his sexy body…
I DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!
Well…maybe I did…
I must admit….he did fool me into believing he was a future me….
He does look like me a lot…
But he is luckier than me…
Cause he can have *uh hum* sex and stuff…
I can't wait until I am 18.
I minute I am 18, I am going to get drunk, and find some hot chick…and stuff…
But not Flora.
She's fugly.
I wonder if Clive is thinking about me….
I hope so…..
I wonder what would happened if Layton and Clive had a sword fight over me…
Or even better, they fought in a mud pool!
Naked….
If only…
Hmm….Clive is so hot….
I wish he was here…
I could run my hand through his hair, feel his lips bush against mine…
Sigh…
A boy can dream though…
A boy can dream…