Ted's POV
My parents keep asking me what is wrong. They want to take me to see a psychologist, I refused. I said I had too much homework and that was stressing me out, which seemed to please them, for the moment.
I can't get these nagging thoughts out of my head.
Irva is such a beautiful name, for such a unique person. I wish I was special like that, that I wasn't boring and plain. I wish I looked different because maybe then she would notice me. Even if she did notice me it would be wrong. What kind of Grade 10 boy is into Grade 9 girls, for heaven's sake that makes me like a creeper. We were born in different melenials. That is wrong on so many levels! You just stay away, she doesn't want you and you have to respect that. It's called being a gentleman.
These were the kinds of thoughts that prevented me from concentrating. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't eat, sleep or do homework. I felt hollow as if something was missing. I missed being the spunky kid who loved to laugh and joke with his bros. In fact, even my friends had noticed a change in me.
"Man, what's up with you?" said Miles
"I don't know dude...I just... I can't... It's really stupid." I said refusing to look up from my fries at the lunch table
"No seriously. You've been rather down. It's my job to take care of you bro'. I couldn't not, even if I wanted to." he said smiling slightly to himself. When he saw I didn't smile back it faded.
"It's really stupid! I am so sentimental, I'm supposed to be cool and chill right? I CAN'T stop thinking about frickin' Irva Summers." I said ferociously. I wanted to write her name and tear it to pieces. I wanted to yell at her and say, " Stop being so amazing. I know I can't have you so stop tormenting me!"
Miles started to chuckle, "You," he said, his mouth stuffed with pizza, "like a grade 9?.. Are you going to wheel her or something? 'Cause that is really low man."
"No seriously. Miles", tears were filling my eyes as I leaned over the table, " I think I am going Crazy. I can't do anything productive and I can't stop thinking about her. I can't even bloody sleep without dreaming about her. Creepy I know dude, but I needed to tell someone."
"Ted, bud. Honestly I don't know what to tell you. I just really hope she adores you, like you adore her." with that, he patted me on the shoulder and paid for lunch.
That afternoon he tried desperately to distract me from her. We went to the park and skateboarded. I kept tripping over my board and making stupid little mistakes. I couldn't even do a simple kickflip for my life. Later we went to the mall and got hit on by a ton of older girls. I laughed and flirted but my heart wasn't in it.
"You see man. Being single is the life." Miles hollered as he skated away after we said our goodbyes.
"Yeah, I see what you mean." I shouted back but in truth being single had never been worse...
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Bus-ted
Teen FictionThis is Irva's first year in high school. This is also her first time taking a school bus and the first time meeting Ted. Soon the bus and Ted are synonymous with one another. She needs the bus as much as she needs Ted. Will Ted bust her out of her...
