Devon Clayriss, an 18 year old boy that is passionante about poetry, has a crush, may I say obsession with Ryan, one of his classmates. Ryan is the only thing that makes him forget about his father and his life. Will Ryan and Devon become friends...
It is the middle of February, so it is cold outside. It hasn't snowed so much in a long time, but I am happy. I am happy because I would be able to see Ryan Layreen, the person I write poems about. No one knows about it, though. I bet they would make fun of me if they found out. I mean, people stay away from me. I have quite long black hair and dark eyes. My peach pink lips contrast my pale skin and my figure is slim.
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That's a picture of me. Yeah, I get the reason why people stay away from me. My music taste and passions are quite messed up too. For example, my passion is poetry. It's ironical because I hate literature. My favourite artist is 100 gecs. I scare people, for short.
When I saw the brown haired boy with green eyes from my class, I knew he was the one. He was so handsome, so attractive, so... perfect! I started writing poems about him. Every month, every week, every day. I practically fell in love with him. But he wasn't gay. He had a girlfriend.
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This is a picture from Ryan's snapchat. I had to catfish as a girl to get it. Isn't he so perfect though?
-present- Devon pov: "Ugh, another day of school! Well time to sta- uh see! See what Ryan is doing! Ah, he is so perfect..." I thought. Of course, he was hanging out with the popular kids. What could I have expected. I ran into class, even tho it will start in 20 minutes. I got out a piece of paper and a pen and started writing. Our literature teacher says my writing is extremely caligraphic and round, so I guess that's how it is. I totally forgot thay the homeroom teacher is moving my deskmate away, because she kept bothering me. I see Ryan come to my desk with his bag and stuff. Just my luck.
" Hey! You are Devon, right? I'm Ryan! Nice to meet you!" he said with a smile.
" H-hi! Nice to meet you too, Ryan! " I say as I put the poem in my bag. He can't see it. Well, not yet. Maybe someday.
During class, I find him staring at me. When I ask him what's wrong he blushed and looked away. " Why was he staring...." I think to myself. I decided to ask him on break.
Ryan pov: " This guy, Devon, he looks adorable. Although I have a girlfriend, I'm curious about the sheet of paper that he put in his bag. Was it a poem? Was it about me?" I kept asking myself. I didn't realise I was staring right at him, so when he asked me what was wrong, I blushed and looked away. He's too cute for this world!
