𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

❀༄ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔

I HAVE THIS PLAN on going to the mall; alone. I was going to spend my money on new books. But then someone messaged me. I frowned when I saw who it was.

C/N:
Are you busy?

Y/N:
nope, why? I'm about to go to the mall, do you mind coming?

C/N:
Yea, I'd love to come. I'll be there in 15

I already wanted to leave and go on my own so I can get to smell the amazing scent of new books. But there's nothing wrong bringing my future husband - I meant the guy I like. . . Totally not my future husband. . .

C/N was this guy my parents used to know. At first, I found him the very annoying, greasy kid across our house. But then he got taller and got more attractive. . . He also became more gentleman when it comes to girls. Including me.

I thought it was only an infatuation where I only admired him because of his looks. Not until it lasted for months - scratch that! YEARS. It is almost 4 years. And yet, he still isn't aware of my childish feelings for him.

It's still wasn't 15 minutes, but he is already banging on our front porch. I opened the door and saw him with his very simple polo shirt; that always looked good on him.

"Great, you're wearing a dress." He said the moment I opened the door.

"Why? Do you get distracted whenever you see me wearing a dress?" I said. It was very normal for the two of us to flirt with each other. It may not mean anything to him, but it always drives me nuts that I'll ask God to play it again every night.

"Oh, the things you do to me, darling. Come on now, let's get these stupid books of yours."

"Never call my books stupid. And how'd you know I'll be buying books?"

"You always buy one every month. But today's your lucky day, Y/n. Because I, C/N, will buy you the books today. And declining is not allowed."

"I'll never decline when it comes to my precious books."

"Books are boring. But I'll gladly hear you talk about it every day, darling."

And that's where I felt the stupid butterflies fluttering inside of me. I hate all the things he does to me. I hate and love you at the same time, C/N. But I guess you'll just never know it.

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BROWSING THE BOOKSTORE is a thing a girl like me loves. If I could just have the chance to spend a day looking for a book. . . But I know that is just a childish dream the little kid in me have.

"Do you think this is a good book?" C/N asked, showing me a book called 'I like you written by Sandol Stoddard'.

"That's a children's book, love. . ." I softly laughed at him.

"Maybe I should buy this for you."

"I don't know if I'll like that."

"I know you wouldn't. You don't even read romance books. But you love reading mystery and horror books."

How does he know that? I never even noticed that I don't read romance books. I don't hate it, but I'm not a fan of it. I don't like how it can make me expect those kinds of love in real life. But I hate breaking it, but love from books will never exist. And I hate it.

"You're not even sure if that children's book is a romance book."

"But it says right here that I like you."

My mind stopped when those words came out of his mouth. I wanted to imagine this moment where he'll suddenly confess and tell me he likes me. But that's impossible. And he is just showing me the book.