Dear ___,
You helped me out today, me. You helped the girl in your Theatre class, the one who doesn't talk to anyone, the one who has no smile, the one that is awkward, and sarcastic. You helped that girl out today, the one no one could. You helped her by picking up her stuff when they fell. Oh, this sounds like a chick flick. It seems that the girl has developed some feelings. Yes, actual feelings. The girl who has a non-existent smile feels nervous whenever she's around you. She wants you to be her friend, and then boyfriend. But of course, you two cannot be together, can you? Diversity loves to ruin things, now doesn't it? You're a jock, she's an anti-social artist/writer. How did your interaction happen?
You two also bumped into each other after lunch. A slight flutter enveloped this girl, giving her those thoughts that she can't get rid of. The ones where you start to get worried that this person doesn't know who you are, or why you're here. Or the ones where you think that you're just over-thinking so many things. The girl can't read you. She can read everybody else, but you. You gave no emotion when you helped her, why is that? Why was there no emotion? A part of the girl thinks that this is a sign, but most part of her thinks it was just... an accident. You were probably just there at the right time. Now that she has developed feelings for you, the jock, it is going to be hard for her to guess what will happen. That boy who likes her now, she doesn't like him. She doesn't want to like you, and she's trying her best to like her friend, but as hard as she tries, she can't. She's waiting. Waiting for someone to ave her. Can you do the job? Because you'll disappoint her, you'll disappoint me.
Look At What Is Happening To You.
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We Are A Team. We Are Friends. We Are Heroes.
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Female | Late/Middle Teen | Bisexual | Taken | Semi-literate Roleplayer | Pms Open
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