I think I'm in love.

I'm not trying to fawn all over the new guy or the most popular and least sweaty jock in school.

He's been here for a while, so, new, he's not. But I'll tell you what he is, though.

He's beautiful.

The way he walks down the hall to his locker just intrigues me so much.

I'd give anything for him to talk to me. Even just a "Hi."

And I could gaze at him forever.

Did I mention? His eyes are gorgeous. I could look into them for as long as he'd let me.

And those lips… even from afar I can tell that they're soft. I could die just thinking about them. I could pass out just thinking about pressing my own plain, brown-burgundy lips against those attractive, almost crimson ones.

But how could I? I haven't said three words to the guy. And he hasn't said three words to me. All I can do is watch him, hopefully, longingly… and above all else, secretly.

He doesn't know I watch him. At least I think he doesn't.

I'd still give anything just to be able to know what his shampoo is. Then I'd buy it and use it until the day I die.

But I have my pride. I'm not stupid, I won't go up to him and say or do any of these things.

Which is why I have to be content.

I have to be content, just watching and wanting…

And I will be content, just watching and wanting Phil Diffy.

A/N: In other words, I have a huge crush on Ricky Ullman. This is my first Phil of the Future fic, so please be nice… I'm so used to Harry Potter! Reviews, please… I just turned 13, consider it a late birthday gift (ha, ha!)!