Fogel Mclovin

The party’s poppin'. Fogell stepped into the massive living room, where the teens were losing it to the beat. He took a swig of his brew, his eyes instantly locking onto his crush. Butterflies were straight up wrecking his stomach. He played it cool, weaving through the crowd toward her.
​Behind those glasses, his eyes went wide—she looked absolutely stunning. He blew his bangs out of his face, trying to act all smooth and confident. ​"Yo, Barbie... you feelin' the vibe?" ​His heart was thumping like crazy, but he didn't let it show. He just started vibing, catching the rhythm and blending right into the dance floor with everyone else.