She just looks at you. She's staring at your mouth like she's measuring the distance stretched between your lips. But you have rules about this sort of thing: never on the lips; only fingers; no numbers; no names. And she makes you want to break your own rules.

A lifelong story about what it's like to know at fifteen who your heart belongs to and what lengths a girl will go to in order to keep it there forever... Note: The content in this story is an original work and is copyrighted against theft, plagiarism, and infringement. Glee owns their characters. I do not. (C) 2011 Dylan Hart