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Chapter 2 - A woman with A Hundred playlists

Chapter 2 - A woman of 100 playlists

Never before have I seen someone with that many playlists. I've always had OCD. And I get bothered when things get cluttered or things get disorganized.

And never before had my OCD been triggered this badly. Her spotify account was a mess. A beautiful mess. She had songs for every occasion. A song for every mood. Heck even a playlist titled "POV: You're a badass protagonist".

Even though it's bad for my OCD, The music she selects are just too damn good they cancel eachother out. And I really couldn't care less if its messy or not. Because it's whats inside that matters.

It's amazing at how creative she is. Even I struggle to name stuff so I just randomly name them. Her dedication to her craft is truly something to be proud of.

And proud of it she was. I always walk to school since it was nearby, and I get to practice cardio. We stumbled into eachother going to school. Still about 15 mins away.

The first thing that came out of her mouth was
"You liked my music taste huh? I could see you playing them all night long. They're my Pride and Joy".

"That.. That wasn't me"

"For someone to be at the top of the class to lack this much common sense is humiliating. I added myself while I had your phone yesterday. And I saw you kept shuffling through my playlists.

Chill bro. It's just me Belle"

"???"

I swear that morning I was red as a tomato walking to school.

Before we entered the classroom, I told her the truth.

"Yeah. I really love your playlists and there's nothing you could do to stop me from liking them."

And I immediately sat down and wore my airpods. Listening to of course, another of her playlist.

Lo and behold, there she was. On my spotify friends lists. Ms. Belle Song. Played my playlist?

Immediately thoughts flew to my head. But I really shouldn't get flustered. After all the prettiest girl in class noticed me, and shes playing my playlist, Her hair looks nice today, and she has beautiful Ey-AHHHHHHHHH

WHAT AM I GETTING FLUSTERED FOR. ITS JUST BELLE. ITS HER. SHES LIKE EVERY OTHER GIRL OUT THERE.

STAY CALM.

This was the hardest day for me. I tried so hard to not look at her during class. Everytime I'd lower my guard I'd find myself looking at her.

We didnt make contact for the rest of the day. Everytime she'd try to approach me I'd magically disappear.

But eventually I got cornered.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I wasn't. It's just that I was busy"

"Oh yeah? If you're busy wait for me after school"

"Why? Why would I do that?"

"Just do it. Its your punishment for avoiding me."

So I did. I waited. And waited. Classes end at 3:00Pm. It was already 5:06PM

A classmate came up to me and said.

"Hey? You good? You usually go home after class ends. Why'd you stay?"

"Oh. Im waiting for someone." I replied.

"What if they don't come? What if they don't show up?"

"I'll wait a little longer. And if they really won't show up. I'll wait again tomorrow."

"Aight. It's raining heavily outside, I have a spare umbrella I'll leave it here. Take care bud."

"You too."

And I still waited.

6:09PM. Thunder was roaring
Rain was starting to pour down even harder.

I still waited.

By sheer cinematic coincidence. Thunder roared, the door slams open.

It's her.

"Let's go home" she said, slightly pissed

"Sure? Are you okay? WHY ARE YOU DRIPPING WET"

She grabbed my hand so quickly I left my bag. But I was too afraid she'd get mad so I left it there

"Whats the rush?" I asked.

"It's just that Im really pissed today okay? I got swamped with club activities, I got too busy, and now the printer stops working, and another teacher asked me to do something else. Its just so frustrating. Why can't these geezers do everything themseleves. THIS AND THAT. AND I FORGOT THST I LEFT YOU. I WENT HOME AND FORGOT ABOUT YOU. "

"Ah that explains the clothes you're wearing. You know you really don't have to be mad. I was fine. I entertained my self while waiting"

*I spent my waiting thinking about her

"Come here. I... Forgot to bring umbrella... Let's use yours."

"Explains why you're soaked, thats cute."

"Hihi. Come on. Letsgo."

The walk home. I got to see her different personalities, her views on life. And I generally got to know her better. She's a good person I said.

Before I hated how enthusiastic she was. And now its one of the things I categorize as her one of her strengths. A lot of things I hated turned into her strengths as a person.

And my view of her shifted.

She's weird, funny, cool, talkative, pretty, clumsy, cute, caring, affectionate, mysterious, crazy, clingy. It's kinda unfair how she can be all things at once.

But she is. And that's why she has a hundred playlists. A part of her is hidden withing each song. And Its those parts I will try to find. Because I want to understand her better.

These defines who she is. And I can say. All this chaos is mad. And its amazing how she turns chaos into beauty and elegance.

She's weird, but her weirdness is what makes her unique.