Have you ever been obsessed? I mean REALLY obsessed. The kind of obsessed where it's all you ever think about? All you ever care about? The kind of obsessed where it just goes a little bit too far? I have.

It wasn't suppose to happen. I just went to see a movie with my parents. And then I saw it again. And again. It was just a movie.

That was about three years ago. At that point nothing seemed to be wrong. I just went to see a movie.

Sure, it was a good movie. A very good movie. And I liked it a lot.

I just went to see a movie.

That's when I first saw him.

I only knew anything about him because I felt bad. I actually felt bad that he was the only actor in the movie that I knew nothing about. So I found something out.

I just went to see a movie!

Nothing extraordinary. He seemed to be a good person. He had the same favorite band as me. Nothing special.

And then it all came crumbling down. Everything.

This is my story. A story about a liking... that went a bit too far.

I just went to see a movie.

Chapter 1:

I was crushed. Two weeks of waiting. And for what? The show on The Beatles' Wives and Girlfriends wasn't on. It sucked. I had really wanted to see it. Really I did.

Some stupid award show was on instead. I hate award shows. It was The BAFTAs.

Well, now that they canceled my show... I thought I might as well watch this one. It's not like a had a choice now. Anyway, they were English. That was comforting.

So I watched it. Some of the cast from the movie was there. You know the movie. That I just went to see. I got a little over excited. A bit hyper.

And then I saw him. In the audience. With his friends. Before I even knew what was going on....

Something happened. It wasn't support to happen. It shouldn't have happened. I should have stopped it. But I'm a fucking idiot.

I made a sound. A sound I'd never made before in my life. Ever. A sound I shouldn't have made. Ever. Let's not go into detail. Let's just say it had a good connotation. For what it's worth.

Where the hell did that come from?

I didn't even know I knew that sound. But it had come out. That's when I knew something was wrong. The pessimist that I am, it was of course wrong. Wrong.

What did it even mean?

I never told anyone about it. Not ever. And it haunted me.

Why had I done that? Did I fancy him? What? Wait...no?

What did it mean?

Why?

And that my friend, was just the beginning.