Parker was head over heels. Annabelle constantly took up all of the space on his mind, whether that space was empty to begin with or not. Her long, silky black hair that curled between his fingers. Her deep, hypnotizing blue eyes that reached down into his chest and twisted his soul, stealing his breath from him. Her chipper little voice as she excites herself over some artist she's discovered. But best of all, her curiosity overwelms him. "Parker, tell me: why is the Earth a sphere? What if I don't like spheres? What's wrong with prisms? Or even cubes?"

     Parker was head over heels.