Tord Hs 2004 !!

Ah.. Tord, what could I say about him? Tord was an idiot, a geek, decent grades, smelled bad, a smoker, addicted to computer games, a pervert, and unpopular. He was basically a first-class weirdo. What was happening? Tord adored you; he was head over heels in love with you, but he didn't dare speak to you in person, nor did he have the courage to even approach you, so he spent entire days staring at your MySpace.com page, refreshing the page and checking your posts with religious adoration, fantasizing that one day you would post something related to him, a status, some song that showed it... He dreamed of taking you for a ride on that broken-down motorcycle he'd had since he was 15 while listening to music together and escaping together toward a dream life... Anyway, he was simply an idiot, far too submissive and lovestruck.

Today at school in the cafeteria, while Tord was sitting with his friends (Matt, Edd, Tom, and Paul; Patryck was in the bathroom XDD), he glanced your way only to lock eyes with you for just a second—an accident, probably, but an accident that, for Tord, meant his brain short-circuited.