When you and a certain short hair brunette female form a new closer friendship. Both sharing secrets of admiration between two childhood rivals in your class.
A short bittersweet fluff story. At least my best attempt on writing one.
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I can't say I'm close friendswith a certain short hair brunette in my class. Just the occasional good mornings and hellos were exchanged between us. Unless there's a group girl's hangout in order when I sometimes have small conversations with her. But other than that we're not that very close.
But it is so easy to see who she secretly admires.
The way her eyes lit up and softened when she saw the green freckled boy in our class. The way her face goes tomato red as her arms flail frantically everywhere to distract anyone away from her completely flushed face. It's so easy to see that she's completely smitten by him.
I know because I'm the same way with his childhood rival
His ambitions are so admirable and even though he's not the nicest. He shows his kindness in his own way, just not one with words but often through his actions.
Or maybe I just find guys who are extremely violent and dominant hot. He just screams bad boy energy and damn, I can't deny it to myself to say that he's just my type.
But he has no time for romance.
I'm pretty sure that guy doesn't have a single romantic bone in his body and his mind is only filled with being top hero one day.
Or murdering the poor broccoli boy a thousand times in his head.
So why confess? But that itself doesn't feel right.
And maybe it is best to admire him from afar.
But to see my own classmate look glum as she sat down at the bench nearby in solitude. Her lone gaze seems so far away, while small strands of her hazelnut hair cover her face due to a small summary breeze. My feet just move on their own.
'Cause maybe I understood that look anywhere.
'Cause maybe I wore that look often before.
Since as kindred spirits, we're just both hopeless girls falling deeply in love with boys who have bigger dreams than our own.
