Lorenzo Colombo
Gabrielle. The girl I've admired since freshman year. The girl that used to be outgoing and smiling at everyone is the one that doesn't smile like she used to.
I don't know why she doesn't or what happened but I want to. Like I severely want to know why the girl that loved smiling at everyone, doesn't anymore.
Last night, when I was at her house, when she went to go get the snacks, that's when I finally decided to open my mouth to her.
It was hard considering I didn't know how she'd take it but I did it. She will probably be the only person I talk to besides my parents and little sister.
I knock on her front door, hands sweating as I do so and wait for her to open it. A little after five minutes and the door swings open to reveal a Gabrielle dressed in black sweats, a black long sleeve shirt and a messy bun.
With glasses. Oh my weakness. Dammit.
My eyes saccade over her before they go back to her face. She has a small smile on her face but that quickly drops when she meets my eyes.
"Guess we both are blind huh?" She laughs and steps aside so I can enter. Her home is very homey if I do say so myself.
It's always quiet, always clean and you would never spot something out of place.
"We can go to my room this time." I nod my head and follow her up the stairs. When doing so i try not to look at her ass when she takes steps.
But it's hard. And I'm trying to be respectful.
"It might be a little messy but just ignore it and let it fly over your head." And with that she opens her door and I'm greeted with a-not-so-messy-room.
"This is not messy!" I speak up a little to quickly. I'm glad she doesn't reply back to what I said and just waved her hand.
"Boy bye this is the messiest my room has been in ages." I laugh at her wording before gesturing to the black wheel chair at her desk.
She nods so I sit down and get my laptop and psych book out. She goes towards the corner to get the poster and brings it towards me.
She lays it on the ground then looks up at me from her sitting position on the floor.
Fuck she looks good like this. Would it be bad if I... never mind.
"Okay so we stopped at the facts portion. Can you look at the rubric and tell me what's next please?" After that please she just used I had to clear my throat.
I get the rubric and look over it. "Uh we have to write the complications down, the strategies people use and how to recognize if someone is having an anxiety attack."
"Alright then let's get this done." She claps her hands together and we get down to business.
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I wanna kiss her so bad.
Throughout these whole four hours of finishing this project, she's been biting her lip for the longest time and honestly, I'm getting hard over here.
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My Quiet Guy
Romansa"Dance with me!" I speak as I drag him off the couch by his arms. His sleepy figure follows along with me as I move to the side of my living room. "No let me sleep!" He cries out as he tries to fall back down on the couch. I pinch his arm and drag h...
