jouska
n. a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
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Jouska. Exactly the word to explain what's happening inside my mind.
He floods my mind and he doesn't even know who I am. He doesn't want to know who or what I am.
Or do I not want him to know?
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I'm sat in the cafeteria, staring at him, yet again. My eyes are filled with love and admiration.
How can one be so beautiful?
He's sitting with his friends, laughing and smiling, and here I am sitting in the corner alone, wishing he would notice me.
And then the unthinkable happens.
He looks at me and smiles.
I-
Then he gets up. What the hell is happening?
He sits in front of me and takes a breath before he begins to speak.
"Y/n, I need to get something off my chest.. I like you. Like, really like you. I didn't think I should tell you but my friends over there told me I needed to." I look at the table he was originally at and see saya wave at me by wiggling her fingers under her chin with a smile on her face. "I was wondering if you feel the same?"
"Oh um, yes! Yes I feel the same way!" I say, heart racing.
He takes my hand and kisses it.
"I'm happy we agree."
He then gently takes my cheek in he hand and pulls my face closer to his..
I close my eyes and then..
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"Y/n. Y/n get up, class is over." My friend says, shaking my arm.
I look back at Marcus's spot and he's not there. I look around for a second and see him walking out of the room, not looking back.
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Marcus Lopez x Reader One-shots
Fanfiction(REQUESTS ARE OPEN) This is just a book of one shots. Its not gender specific (mostly). It will include angst, fluff, and spice, but mainly angst because thats my favorite. I hope you like it :) -author <3 #20 - deadlyclass #1 - lopez #4 - marcuslop...
