her sister's boyfriend came over for dinner after soccer practice.
he was still slightly sweaty. his fresh tee hiding the stench of bodily odor, and his hair seemed to have dried on his way over.
her sister kissed him when he arrived not caring about his slightly sweaty body.
she knew that her sister only kissed and hugged him so passionately because her sister felt so guilty about before.
he looked up and smiled at her.
she didn't even know how hard his heart pounded at the sight of her.
if only he had known her before her sister.
it hurt him to see her watching them with a smile on her face not even knowing 1% of how he felt towards her.
"hey," he greeted her.
her sister was gone in the house and out of ear-shot.
"hi," she responded with a warm grin.
if only she knew how much he liked her.
maybe it would be her passionately kissing him in the driveway instead of her sister.
that's all he wanted.
but he knew he couldn't do it.
not when she was blinded by her own love.
for you.
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Nice Girls
Short Storyabout a girl who loved everyone and forgot herself along the way. # some high rank in s h o r t s t o r y
