For six weeks, I fantasized about two things: my first fantasy, involves some intimate touching… of the elbow. And my second, was centered on any and all parts of Matty McKibben. It wasn’t like I was obsessing! Or that I’d counted the seven times I’d caught Matty looking at me since school started. Eight if you counted the time I wiped out on the quesadilla. And I did… It counted! Okay, maybe I was obsessing… a little.

(via skin-trade)