One day, one of my guy Friends sitting behind me in biology class noticed that I have a picture of Johnny on my laptop background.
“I guess toi like Johnny Depp,” he a dit sarcastically.
I felt a twinge of embarrassment as the color of my face transformed to a rose hue, accompanied par slight burning sensation. Here I am, a college student, with an adolescent l’amour affair with Johnny Depp.
“Uh…yeah…” I said, trying to hide my beet red face. But the embarrassment gave way to a smile, which my friend did not see.