A Romantic's Guide To Tears And Chocolate

Noticed

A/N: Hey guys, quick little note. Just a heads up that this story is a really sad one and it might be a trigger for some so please read at your own discretion :)

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I noticed you.

I know you think nobody ever even looked in your direction, but I sure did. How could I not? You sat right in front of me in three classes. I've spent the past two years of high school staring at the back of your head. It was inevitable, considering our last names are so close in the alphabet. However, that's not the only reason I noticed you, I promise. I also noticed you because of how beautiful you are.

Girls at this school think that wearing pounds of makeup and abusing their hair with heat everyday is what makes them pretty. But you don't need any of that; you have natural beauty. Your beautiful brown locks are naturally curly and makeup would only hide your beauty. The deep blue of your eyes and your short stature drive me crazy. Everyone likes tall girls, but I've always had a thing for short girls. Or maybe I've just always had a thing for you.

Truthfully, I've had a crush on you since the first day of sixth grade. You were new to the district, remember? I was joking around with my friends in first period art when you walked in. Everybody, including me, immediately stopped talking. Most did it to whisper and gossip about you, but I did it because I was utterly stunned. I know it probably sounds incredibly cheesy, but you looked like an angel to me. You had your hair in a messy bun and you were wearing a Mickey Mouse sweater and leggings. It was a casual look, much different from what most girls there wore, but you were gorgeous. The teacher put you on the opposite side of the room from me, which made me pretty mad. Then, through some stroke of luck, we became partners.

Although it's a bit embarrassing, I was giggling like a schoolgirl on the inside. I couldn't believe that someone so pretty was sitting right next to me. Our hands touched a few times, considering we were working on the same thing. I don't think you noticed anything, but every time we touched I would feel a spark run up my arm. I'd heard about this kind of stuff from my sister and all those silly romance books she read. I realized, though, that this was going to be my own silly romance story.

Sadly, it never turned out like I imagined it would. In all honesty, my little sixth grade mind was convinced I'd have the bravery to ask you out someday. Unfortunately, that wasn't true. We've remained as strangers for the past five years, you as the quiet bookworm and me as the stupid jock playing football. What a cliché, right? In all honesty, I've never liked being like this. Sure, the guys on my team are some of my best friends, but I've never liked football. My dad forced me into it because he wanted me to be just like him. It's not just football that I hate, though; it's the attention. Everyone acts like I'm a king, when in reality I'm just a simple guy. I prefer books over football (although nobody knows that), I like watching movies by myself on Friday nights (although it would be nice if you were there too), and I've never had a girlfriend.

Everyone thinks it's weird I've never tried dating anyone, especially since most of the guys on the team are all big players. My friends have tried setting me up with numerous girls, but it never worked out. They weren't you. I've been lying to everyone and saying I'm not allowed to date, but I don't think anyone believes me. In all honesty, I don't really care. I'm just so sick of living this lie. This isn't me. If I had the choice, or the bravery, I'd leave it all behind and become a bookworm just like you. Maybe that bravery would lead me to finally ask you out. We'd be one of those couples that read and drink coffee together or something. I'm not sure how all of that gooey romance stuff works, but I know that I'd try it all to be with you. It's nice to think about, but I doubt it will happen. I'll just have to keep living like this.