Jun 18: write a short romantic story from the pov of a teenage boy
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I lay on the grass with my headphones on and music on full blast. The music was loud enough to block the thoughts running through my head.
I miss you, I'm sorry by Gracie Abrams blared through the speakers consuming my soul entirely as I lay there, making me temporarily forget about life, about the world, about my heart.
The image of a pale, redhead girl slid through the barricade created by the music. I gazed wistfully at the sunset up above. It was incredibly beautiful and although I saw them almost everyday, I could never get tired of the pretty colour combinations that were strewn across the sky.
They were like humans. Similar mostly but unique in their own beautiful way.
I sighed heavily after a while as she slithered again into my thoughts. Currently it was close to you by Gracie that was playing at the moment and I couldn't think of any other song, melody or lyrics that represented the situation between us.
Call me a lover boy, a simp, whatever you wanted to call me. It won't change anything. I've tried but I don't think I can ignore it.
How do you ignore something that materialises in your head almost every hour of the day, if not seconds? How do you ignore something that everything reminds you of?
I'm eating and a fork is in my hand. Oh...a fork. She uses forks!
I look up at the sky. It's blue. She had blue eyes. I walk on the street and I see a little boy showing his mother a stickman drawing of her. A drawing...she draws.
I don't want to be in this situation. I doubt she even knows my name. And if I can't get over this and pull her out of my mind...I guess I just have to kill myself.
It might seem absurd and an overreaction but I cannot live longer with this obsession. I can't tolerate it. And what happens when I see her with someone.
Well...I guess then I have a good reason to kill myself then right?
And then as I do and the warm blood trickles down my body I notice it's red...and remember she has red hair...
Oh... I need help.
The chirping of crickets is somehow louder than the music and I'm reminded that it's late.
The sun had successfully dipped below the horizon and the sky above me had regained its original dark blue colour, making the atmosphere gloomy and it matches my mood perfectly.
I get up, dust myself and set off back home.
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Oh does the universe want to mock me? I ask myself one Tuesday morning. The class is empty save for me and the red haired girl.
She's lost in her blank pages as usual, her hands moving gracefully and her eyes focused with such intensity it draws me in for a moment.
I look left to right and when I'm sure no one is around I take the time to properly admire her.
Every second my eyes are on her is precious. I try to take in all the features I probably haven't noticed before. Her beautiful hair is up in a messy bun and cute heart shaped earrings dangle from her ears. She's wearing a choker and an airpod is in one ear and she's bobbing her head slightly to whatever music is playing. I want to know what type of music she likes and I want to learn to sing every single line of every music she likes just to be connected to her somehow...if that makes sense.
I have to quickly turn my head away when she stands up abruptly. My heartbeat quickens as I take in her slim, model physique from the corner of my eyes.
She's wearing a lose jeans and an orange crop top that complements her hair. As she walks out of the class, I wonder if her personality is as entrancing as her looks but then I decide that that's not fair.
I probably should be out with the guys and they'll probably be looking for me now but for some reason I want to stay here and wait. I wonder if she'll come back.
She does eventually and I'm not ready when she walks towards me, her lean body swaying gracefully as she approaches.
I try to steady my thumping heart and calm my brain that's threatening to short circuit.
"Hey," she says as she gets to me.
I don't respond immediately. I'm distracted, I'm thinking about her sweet her voice sounds in my ear. Like honey. It's so soothing, like a cold breeze before it starts to rain, like a chilled bottle of water after a long run...I can't explain it.
"Hey?" She says again and I'm snapped back into reality.
I desperately hope I can make words come out of my mouth as I open them up to answer.
"Sorry...um yeah?"
"I was wondering if you hava a spare pencil?"
"Oh...yes I do. Gimme...gimme a moment."
I grab my backpack with fumbling hands and struggle to get the pencil.
I try to steady my hands as much as I can as I hand it over. Luckily she barely notices and she takes with a polite smile that melts my heart and walks back to her seat.
There's something about her. Is it the fact that she's so reserved? So mysterious? Never showing much of herself?
It's so frustrating because I'm the kind of guy who can get most girls. And most are even coming up to me themselves. But she...she's not like them and I need her to take interest in me like the other girls.
I take a deep breath and I try to make sense of these feelings. Maybe I just need to talk to her. Maybe that would help.
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