Not a love story

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When I first saw him I knew nothing about him but I did my research and found out a few things. His name is George and he's the same age as me. He has two siblings, a sister and a brother younger than him.

During summer he started working at the coffee shop that's five minutes away from our houses. I used to go there a lot just to see him. Pathetic, i know. I needed to see him though.

He never payed attention to me which pissed me off. It doesn't matter anymore. All I care about right now is my book. Nothing will get between me and writing it.

This summer had just began and I couldn't believe it had been almost a year since he caught my eye. If you're wondering why it took me so long to make a move well, college can be tough sometimes. I simply had no time to deal with the situation. And education is very important so my book had to wait.

Deep down I feared that I could never be a writer. Never admitted it though. Plus no one takes you seriously these days without a college degree. I guess pure talent isn't enough sometimes.

Not talking about myself though. I don't even know if I'm talented enough for this. A dream is a dream but reality is a completely different story. Anyways I think I got a little carried away. I do that sometimes.

Back to the story..

Like I said summer had just began and that day I decided to go for an iced tea. I don't usually go out alone but I felt like I was drowning. I didn't want this summer to be as dull as the last one. Besides, I had a mission to accomplish.

So of course I found myself at the coffee shop he worked at. I hadn't seen him in a while and I didn't know if I wanted to run into him that day. I also hadn't found a way to approach him yet so I was pretty nervous.

Entering the coffee shop I saw a guy at the counter. It wasn't George. At that moment I felt relieved but at the same time I secretly wished it was him taking my order.

The guy was preparing my iced tea so I looked around the shop. As my eyes were checking all the tables outside, I froze.

Target spotted.

He was right there, talking and laughing with his friends. I guess it's his day off. Why would he be here though. Does he love this place so much that even when he's not working he comes here to chill?

"Your iced tea is ready"- the guy says with the brightest smile I had seen all day. -"Thank you"- I say smiling back. I pay for my drink and pick a table to sit. I sit far away from his table but close enough to be able to see him.

If only I had a motive to approach him. Anything that would make him agree to play along with my game. I take a sip from my tea savouring the sweet flavour of peaches. Delicious.

I look up again and see a girl standing by their table. Who is she? His friends are chatting with her and she seems pretty comfortable around them. I look at my crush and I'm frozen in place once again.

He doesn't talk but has a little smile on his face that says it all. Is he blushing? It can't be.. then again, he's looking at her as if she's the sun. Could that girl be..

His very own crush?

I know that look of trying to keep your cool. He definitely has a crush on this girl. It's like he's lost all his confidence. Feels weird seeing him like this.

The girl is the definition of a beauty. She's a blonde with straight shiny hair. Pretty face, long legs, nice body and the most gorgeous smile. I get it. She's perfect.

There's this bittersweet feeling I get when I look at her. Bitter because I'm nothing like his type. I've got wavy brown hair, I'm short, my body isn't that perfect and my face is ordinary.