I got on the bus and took a seat near the back, like usual. Miranda was already on. I needed to talk to her, but now wasn't the time, especially when I was about to have the like of my life in my seat. I sat down and squeezed up against the metal wall of the bus, trying not to take up too much room. Besides, it would help me seem skinny!
Matt, right behind me, threw his stuff in the seat next to us. When he sat down, I could smell his natural scent. I breathed it in trying to create an ever-lasting memory. He smelled like vanilla and man! I wished he was my vanilla and my man. A trickle sadness fell over me, but I snapped out of it. His body heat mixed with mine. Our bodies were a few inches from each other's.
"You have enough room?" he asked so softly and kind. His big brown eyes stared into mine. Ahh. I could have gotten used to that! Man. Maybe I actually was in love.
"Yeah. You? 'Cause it kinda looks like you're hanging off the seat." I laughed. He joined in. We locked eyes momentarily. Then he scooted over as close to me as he could get.
"This better?" he asked so smoothly. I nervously looked down at the bottom of the bus.
"Much." I said shyly. I couldn't help it. I wanted him to know how bad I liked him! So bad! It killed me that I had liked him for nearly two years or more, and we were only friends. Now, I knew how all the guys in those cheesy romance movies that liked girls way out of their league felt. The "friend" thing sucked! Totally sucked! Why couldn't any one you liked just like you back! The world would be much simpler that way...kinda.
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Don't You Just Love High School! (Sarcasm)
Teen FictionMichelle, a girl that's no where near popular, goes through her first year of high school. She braces herself for the year of her life. Although, her friend Miranda seems to be drifting away from her, making her near friend-less. However, for some r...
