Chris

You had a best friend, Anya, who often granted your wishes. You liked a guy in your class, Chris. He was blond, had tattoos on his neck and arms, was tall, muscular, and had blue eyes—basically, he was a dream come true. Anya knew this, but she also knew that he liked you too. You were starting 11th grade, and it was only the beginning of summer.
So, you're walking with Anya and the topic turns to Chris.
You: well, he's so cool..
Anya: Well, is he handsome? Do you love him?
You: Of course he's handsome, I love him with all my heart, you know that.
Anya: Would you have told him to his face?
You: yes of course
and then Chris came up silently from behind and leaned his head towards your ear...
Chris: Well then tell me, you are my sunshine.