baby, baby, baby, oh.

[`throws up, accidentally check no] Shit, I meant yes.

(/leaves a note on your mirror, using a dry erase marker to messily scrawl across the glass.)

Roses are red,

violets are blue,

you’re kinda cute,

I wanna do you.

Go to the kitchen. Open the pantry.

(/inside of the pantry sat a small cake, the date 07-08-2014 lit up in candles with a note taped hanging off of the shelf that the cake sat on, where his messily scrawled handwriting showed up again.)

Do you really trust me that much? Is this too sketchy?

Go into your bedroom.

(/inside of your bedroom, he sprinkled red rose petals over your sheet, directing a trail from your bedroom into the bathroom, where he set up a bath surrounded by lit, white candles and coated in bubbles. To the tub, he used a marker to write across it.) 

You must like me a lot if you’re still following me. 

(/the trail of roses had turned into a trail of rubber duckies, leading from the bathroom into his own bedroom, where a large stuffed octopus sat on his bed, holding a large sign on top of its tentacles.)

Lift the tentacles. 

(/under each tentacle was a small note, a phrase written in order: Jack-son-will-you-be-my-boy-friend? and a large poster was propped up against the headboard behind the octopus.)