It's neither of you two, not to say that you guys aren't great friends I'm dearly fond of, I just don't like, like you like I do someone else, someone in particular. =^.^=
He's a boy with pretty blonde hair, he's from a city full of sunshine and poppies. He's from a sate I grew deeply fond of whilst I was there. Oh how I yearn to go back to California. I wan't to sleep in his big, strong, working man hands.