"Go Google it," I roll my eyes.

Gakupo's hitting on me again. At first it was cute, but now it's just annoying.

"Are ya single?" he asks.

"GO GOOGLE IT!" I yell.

Gosh, why can't he take a hint and leave? The more pointless questions he asks, the more I'll hate him.

"Do ya like me?"

"You should know the drill by now! Just Google it!"

So then I get Gakupo off of my back for the rest of the day as he goes onto his laptop.

Can't he just hook up with that machine instead?

I like him, I like him not. I like him, I like him not.

I pull the petals off of an imaginary flower while hugging the stuffed eggplant Gakupo got me.

He's cute, funny, and likes me… seriously, Luka, when are you ever going to come across that combination again?

Maybe I should Google how I feel about him.

Maybe I should make him Google it and tell me.

Wait, no, then he would obviously lie and be like, "You luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv me! GOOGLE TOLD ME THAT I TOTALLY DID NOT MAKE IT UP!"

"I'll like ya forever," someone says. Gakupo. Wait, how did he get into my locked house?

"Go Google it," I say.

"I'll love ya forever," he smirks, hugging me.

I pull the fork I keep in my shirt out and stab him with it.

"So is that a yes, you'll go out with me?"

"Go Google it,"