Sacha. Hayley.
Fifteen. Jonas is the sex.
Brendon Urie turns me on.
I can be such a poet at times.
DESIRES
A fucking Gibson SG Standard.
An exact replica of Nicholas Jerry Jonas. [I accept the actual person too.]
A voice like Demi Lovato's.
My ten cent coin I dropped in the drain.
It is times like these when the feelings are at its strongest. He's spread out on the couch, lights flashing on his flawless face from the television in front of him. His eyes would dance from the entertainment he would be watching as he would play with a loose curl, twirling it around his finger absentmindedly. Playing with my heart.