Taylor

Is teaching me how to play guitar by phone.
It's not really productive, but it's cute.
He taught me the scales. Now he's playing and singing me a song. I don't know what it is, I didn't quite catch it.
He's really fucking cute.

Taylor is not my boyfriend. Taylor is not my boyfriend. Taylor is not my boyfriend. Taylor is not my boyfriend. Taylor is not my boyfriend.
He's not. I promise.

God. He's playing All Time Low and the Tings Tings.
But he's not my boyfriend.


I have to whisper, because my parents are asleep. It's like ninth grade all over again.