Fantasy time:
So, *nameless boy*...shit, i'm just going to say it. Andy. I heart andy. and if i were to have my utopia, this is what would happen:
*doorbell rings.* I run to see who it is. but...oh no, there's no one there! i look down, and a single rose with a note: from a secret admirer.
(i didn't say this fantasy would be good.)
so i look around, confused, and take the flower inside. later, a phone call: "so, did you get my flower?" "uh, who is this?" "oh, it's andy." "oh! uh...hi?" "yeah, so did you like my flower." "yeah, yeah, i did." "oh. ok, so uh...we should do something sometime." "yes, yes, we should. let's go get a milkshake."
fade in romantic music, dissolve to black.