Don't Ever Leave

Prologue

Everyone of us in this world surely likes somebody. Somebody who our eyes like, someone we are deeply infatuated for. We like somebody for their looks, or how the way they act, how their personality makes us wonder and smile. We, then, know who they really are by knowing them clearly when we discover new things about them every single second we get curious about what they are like as a person. Until, we get sudden different emotion when they talk, or make eye contact with you. You get that fast pace of heartbeat and nervousness we feel in our minds when they get near you. Then, you'll never know- you have already fallen for that certain person. You get that pain in your heart and chest, and have trouble in catching your breath. It hurts a lot, but you realize, it's a good pain when you fall in love.

There was this guy that I have been liking for so long. This guy is named Riker Romolus, well known for his nickname "Rike". I first met him when we were on our 5th grade, the days when we were all innocent about whatever was happening around us. We both started as really good friends. We always share our thoughts about how damn cool Disney Channel shows was or we talk about different weird and awesome things that were happening inside and outside school. I have realized that I have been liking him when I just felt really special when he always find time to talk to me about anything he has in mind, even the most non-sense things, yes.

Not until Christmas Party, we were eating spaghetti and pizza that time, I remember. We decided to tell each other about who our crushes are. I was really okay with honestly telling him that I like him, because of course, we were really good friends after all. But I was wrong, I was wrong about trusting my instincts. Since that day I got honest with him, he started to avoid me. He didn't bothered to give me his time to talk to me at all. It sucks really bad, because in the first place I should have just kept it to myself.

I was hurt so damn hard, I tried to chase him, I tried to talk to him. I was being annoying, to be honest. I think I just needed his attention.

But things have turned around when we were on the 9th grade, Christmas break. When we started to talk to each other and sort of forgot about everything in the previous years. His approach to me wasn't that awkward, it was more friendly actually. Until late night and whole day chats had been our daily habits. We got used to talking about our favorite band and some weird stuffs, like the good 'ol days.

But this was the unexpected of all the unexpecteds.

Prom night, we were dancing under the different colorful wild lights in the dance floor.

I never was expecting for him to feel the same way about me, in fact, when the person you like the most also feels the same way about you, you could never ask for anything more to make you happy. Back in prom night, also known as one of the most beautiful and special nights on my teenage life, he happened to me.

He told me he liked me. Like, really really like me.

A/N:

oh my god was this prologue too long jdgndjfgnf

i'm so sorry if it was, but I'm pretty sure that this would be a big help to the further chapters of the story ! :D

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