For No Good Reason

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 te like Johnny Depp,” he detto sarcastically.

I felt a twinge of embarrassment as the color of my face transformed to a rosa hue, accompanied da slight burning sensation. Here I am, a college student, with an adolescent Amore 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.

“He’s cool,” he said. “Good actor.”

I felt a little relieved with...