That Pencil:
(Cyrus's POV)
Maybe it was that one day in third grade. I asked to borrow a pencil, I didn't know another way to say hi. It was that pencil that made me realize I liked him. Maybe I looked at guys differently than other guys. I didn't label that a crush though. I thought I just wanted a friendship. A couple years later I wanted more. I fall in love more everyday with him. Even being around him makes me smile. Just going to the "Spoon Diner" is enough to make my month. Because every time he makes a horrible joke I'll laugh. Because I don't know what else to do besides sit there and smile, like an idiot. Because nothing, well besides being with him will beat this.