Boys P.O.V.
I looked into her hazel eyes, feeling like I'm being lifted off my feet. She looks so beautiful in the orange and pink sunset. I could just get lost looking at her.
She quickly looks down, embarrassed by the gaze I have her. She seems to be having an intense staring contest with her shoes. And I have to admit, it's kind of adorable.
"Princess?" I ask, my voice floating in the air.
She looks up slowly, tears forming in the back of her eyes.
"What's wrong?" I ask, suddenly worried.
"I... I really like you." She says in a small voice.
"Well.. I don't see a problem with liking me." I smile slightly.
"There's no way the quarter front of the basketball team is going to like the star of the mathletes."
I chuckle slightly at her mistakes.
"What's so funny?"
"Well. First off, I'm the quarterback for the football team." I give her a sheepish grin.
"See! I don't even know your position in your sport! How would you ever like me?!" She questions.
"Let me finish before you go off making assumptions," I smile, "secondly, I think you are the smartest, most beautiful, and amazing person I know. How could I not like you?"
"Because I'm... I'm me."
"You're perfect."
She looks me in the eyes, looking for that face that says "haha! I fooled you! I don't like your stupid guts you loser."
I love to prove her wrong when I say that I've fallen helplessly and endlessly in love with her.
"You're..." She breaks off.
"Not lying. I know."
I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her petite, fragile body into mine. She gasps, eyes widening with surprise.
I lean in slowly, my face inches from hers. I stare into those Hazel eyes before they close shut as our lips meet. It's right then, that I know, she's all mine.
Girls P.O.V.
I looked at him, my eyes getting lost in his, for a second I almost forget who I'm looking at. Then I remember this is the guy I fell in love with the first time I ever saw him.
I quickly look down, remembering how I feel about this guy. He was standing right in front of me, maybe a foot separating us. Definitely too much space.
"Princess?" He asks, his voice floating like a cloud in the sky.
I slowly look up, tears quickly forming in my eyes.
"What's wrong?" He asks, worry spreading throughout his face.
"I... I really like you." I say, trying to make my voice strong, and failing miserably.
"Well.. I don't see a problem with liking me." He smiles, causing my chest to tighten.
"There's no way the quarter front of the basketball team is going to like the star of the mathletes." That's probably wrong. I suck at sports.
He chuckles slightly, probably at my mistake. I act like I don't know why he's laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Well. First off, I'm the quarterback for the football team." He gives me a grin that I want to slap off his face at the same time I want to kiss him until he forgets why he's grinning.
"See! I don't even know your position in your sport! How would you ever like me?!" I question.
"Let me finish before you go off making assumptions," he smile, "secondly, I think you are the smartest, most beautiful, and amazing person I know. How could I not like you?"
"Because I'm... I'm me."
"You're perfect."
I look him in the eyes, looking for that face that says "haha! I fooled you! I don't like your stupid guts you loser."
Id love to be proven wrong, that he actually did like me. That he could possibly fall for the nerd of the school. But that's nearly impossible. Although his eyes say otherwise.
"You're..." I break off.
"Not lying. I know."
He wraps his arms around my back, pulling my small, childlike body into his own, my hands going immediately to his chest.
He leans in slowly, his face inches from mine. I stare into those brown eyes before they close shut as our lips meet. It's right then, that I know, he's all mine.
