𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣, charles

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❝ uh oh, i'm falling in love. ❞
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"Okay, so what you're telling me is that you think you're falling in love with the new girl?" Pierre sits down in front of me, summarizing everything I've just spoken.

I nod. "Yes."

He leans back on the couch and throws his head back, not believing what he's hearing. "Can't it just be a little crush?"

"No. No, it's completely different than anything I've ever felt before. She's completely different." I answer.

"Yeah, she doesn't exactly seem normal."

Maisie? Normal? God no. She's the definition of exceptional. I say it in the best way possible. "Believe me, she's not."

I can't seem to stop thinking about her. From the second our eyes met, she's been the only thing on my mind.

When I saw her this morning, crying, my heart completely dropped. I've never felt so mad about someone else — that isn't my family — being upset.

She swears that it was a dumb family conflict and it was nothing but I could see it in her eyes that it wasn't dumb. Something was actually bothering her.

So, when the time came and she wanted to go to the gym, I immediately took her. I needed to make sure she was okay, better and I wanted to help her get her mind off things.

And, I know she's an F1 driver and I really shouldn't have been surprised by her strength but she almost outdid me. That little woman is strong.

"My God, man. You're blushing." Pierre says as he looks at me. Thinking about her is making me blush? How do I act around her?

I groan, throwing my head back and covering my face with my hands. "I'm fucked."

"Oh yeah, you are." Thanks for the reassurance, I guess.

"What do I do?" I ask, leaning forward again to properly talk to him. We're sat in my living room.

Initially, it was supposed to be a video games hang out. Now, it's turned into 'girl talk'.

"Either call her up right now and confess your undying love for her after a span of knowing her for three days." He jokes but I don't find anything slightly funny about it when I'm really considering it. "Or go hook up with someone and forget about her." And this one's impossible.

"Great advice. Thanks." I nod.

He sighs, realizing he's probably gotta be a little more serious about the subject because I'm literally dying inside, not knowing what is happening to me and what to do. "What's so special about her anyway?"

"Everything." I lean back and just let the words come to me. What do I think about when I think about Maisie...? "She's kind, funny, sweet... She's pretty, pretty doesn't even serve her, she's heavenly, an angel. Her voice, the way she talks and sings just warms my heart. And then she laughs, like a pig, but it's too damn funny and comforting not to love it. And her scent. I'm gonna go buy myself a pack of vanilla scented candles and put them all around my house. Don't even get me started about her freckles. I don't get it. I've never, ever, been impressed by someone's freckles." My addiction to her freckles is starting to actually worry me. "And also, she listens. She full on listens to everything I say. I can just tell her anything. Anything at all and she'd understand. Her brain works so differently than everyone else, which is real for everyone, but she... she has a mind of her own."

𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃,  charles leclercWhere stories live. Discover now