Leah grew up with a normal life, a normal family, normal childhood. That was until she decided she wanted to live her life her way. She didn't want to be shaped into this stereotype of a perfect daughter on the chess team. That's what her parents wa...
So it has been a week and a half since I met Rory Blayne and we haven't hung out yet or talked much. We've said 'hi' to each other every time I would pass him on the bench on my walks (which was almost every day because I wanted to see his face- stop.). For some reason, I was quite too nervous to ever say anything other than the one word. But today- well tonight, when I go for my usual walk, if I see Rory, I will invite him along. Hopefully, he doesn't think it's stupid.
Right now it's like 5:30 in the afternoon and I'm just sitting on the couch watching cartoons with Noa. Does it count as a crush when every time you do anything at all, all you can see or think about is that one person you met at a local market over a week ago? It can't be a crush, yet, right? wait- yet? oh lord.
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Okay so I don't want a repeat of the first time I saw Rory, looking like a bum. Especially if he is coming with me, well, I haven't asked him yet, I haven't even seen him yet today so it's not official but- I'm getting off-topic... Anyway, I pick out a cute but casual outfit to walk to the beach in.
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I pull on my low-top platform converse and put my hair into a high ponytail before making sure to grab my phone and camera and I climb out my window. Now I'm out in the street, walking past the bench, it's empty. I'm fine, I'm not upset. Okay maybe I got my hopes up a little thinking Rory was going to be here so I could invite him to the beach with me, maybe.
Just shrugging it off, I continue down the road, I'm almost at the corner of the street when I hear my name being called from behind.
"Leah? Is that you?"
I turn around, unable to stop the huge grin on my face when I hear his voice. There he is, standing on his front lawn with his book in hand, ready to go to the beach- the bench, ready to go sit on the bench and read without any disruptions from me.
"Hey!" I call out, with a little wave.
He had a big ol goofy grin plastered on his face, I really liked it, "You headed to the beach?"
I nodded, "Yep, gotta beat the sunset, I was actually gonna ask if you wanted to come with? I mean if you'd much rather read or do other things that's fine. I just thought you might enjoy it, I don't know maybe-"
"I'd love to!" he said as he walked over to me, "Let's go!" he beamed.
Good lord, he smelled so lovely, how did he smell so nice, look so nice, act so nice, talk so nice? I shook my head to rid myself of all of the intrusive thoughts.
"What?" He asked.
"What?" I asked.
"Why'd you shake your head?" he asked, looking at me curiously.
