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A young girl with honey eyes and light hair listened intentfully at a dark haired boy blabbering on about something. She didn't really care what it was about, just that..... he somewhat showed.... a liking to her. No other guy had done that, talken calmly and comfortably with her forever. She was a klutz when it came to taking to guys, she always changed the subject or just stood there, daydreaming while the guy she was supposed to be talking to her left because she wasn't paying attention. She knew that this boy was different, he was smart, he like computers, and all that other good crap. Sure, he wasn't the best looking guy out there, but at least he talked to her instead of just calling her a git with ears that.... somewhat stick out. She guessed that's how it went in this world, so free, yet so lonely, yet so beautiful, full of happiness and comfort. Her hair blew softly in the wind, avoiding eye contact with the boy in fear that she would be faced with a case of smiling, WAY to much. She sighed, the boy had to leave and so did she, she waved good bye and entered the car, driving by, back into the real world where she wasn't supposed to have a crush on anyone. Not supposed to have a relationship. She feared her mother would tag along on a date, or listen to their conversations when they talked, or even worse, wanting to meet him.

ooc: I truly am a lovesick teen, though the boy I like is a grade higher than I am and I seriously have NO chance with him....