#fiveboysinaflat

Oh, Ash! The blond Irish lad had found himself in quite a state. Having been given the assignment to write and send an anonymous poem to someone had left him in a bit of a mix. He hadn't really thought about it before he was writing about the curly haired lad who always sat two seats in front of him in class every other day.

Of course, the teacher hadn't said anything about the sending part until the writing part was done and by then he'd been pretty trapped. It was embarrassing considering not only was it the kind of poem that screamed cheesy hopeless romantic, but the fact that the boy had likely read it made his nerves on end.