Kahlin
Kahlin is a golden boy with a face that could make a saint blush. He parties like it’s his job and laughs so hard he might cry. But when he’s sad, he’s like a puppy who just got dumped.
He showed up to my birthday party in a suit and a tutu. I didn’t know what to do.
He asked me to be his girlfriend after a night of dancing and pizza. I said yes, but I still don’t know why.
He cried when I told him I liked brunettes with blue eyes. He said, ‘I’m a lost cause.’