S is for Story about You and Me

Bridge

 Face each day with an open eyes and take a risk to say what you feel. You might not know moment itself will give you something  more than you could ever hope for.

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 I've been looking at Ross sitting under a cherry blossom tree for an hour."This is silly", that's what I continuously tell my self but for some reason I can't help but to look at him while patiently waiting for Poppy to pass by.  Me looking at him while he waits for her; what a cinematic moment right? well this is one of the biggest drama I'm trapped.

 Ross and I are classmates. When I first saw him I didn't felt anything. Ok, ok I lied of course I felt something, something like... crush I guess. Who wouldn't like him? he's tall, tan, leaned body even at his young age. Not to mention his hazel colored hair complements his expressive dark brown almond shaped eyes. In other words he is really gorgeous. I'm trying to survive my middle school life without him or anyone knowing that I kind of like him. I ignore his presence ; I diverted my attention to school stuff until an instance happened.  Ross's book fell from the second floor of the library and it hit Poppy's head. That event sets me up in the drama I am right now.

 Poppy is a student leader, member of the cheering squad, an honor student, one of the most popular girls in school and also my beloved sister. As soon as Ross found out that I am Poppy's younger sister he started to talk to me, annoys me every chance he gets just to apologize with what happened between him and my sister.  One time in our arts class he handed me a box, "do we need a box for arts class today?" I asked  raising my right eye brow at him.

"No, this is for your sister will you give it to her?", he answered with a smile. I almost fell on my sit as I see him smiling.

"Do I look like a delivery girl to you?", I snapped at him.

"No, but I was wondering if you could give it to her please", his voice trailed off.

"How could I say no to this guy?" I told my self mentally. I gaze at him intently and I realized I really couldn't decline the favor he is asking. I grab the box and put it inside my backpack as I look away from his direction. From then on we started to be friends. I frequently give my sister  gifts and letters he could not give personally to her.

"What's this Pepper?", Poppy asked me when I gave her a silver box.

"Hello, it's a box Poppy can't you see? Stop asking and just open the freaking box ok?", I answered rolling my eyes.

"You know what sissy it's been a year since you started giving me stuff from Ross", she emphasized his name. "Aren't you tired of being a delivery girl slash" moving her right arm as if cutting the air, ""a messenger for him?

"Of course I am tired and I'm not a delivery girl nor a messenger but I opted to be the "bridge" for him towards you", that's what I want to tell Poppy but I only managed to give her a half-hearted smile.

"I know sissy that you like him so stop doing this ok? Stop doing what you're doing coz we both know who's hurting inside".

"Blah! I don't like him and what's with the cryptic advice", I uttered.

"I'm your sister and I know you too well so I can feel it. Do your self a favor and open your eyes will you?", Poppy says as she tapped my left shoulder lightly then she walked out of the room. "By the way  as always you can have what ever that box contains", she poke out her head at the door and wink at me before she finally leave me alone puzzled with her words .