(A/n-Hey guys first story ever!!! I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to comment and tell me what you guys think!!)
Oh the wonderful boy next door Ethan Miller, the guy I've only dreamt of to talk to me, the guy who would actually have the guts and courage to make a move on me, but none of that has ever happened to me in all my fourteen years of living on this emotionally confused planet.
Oh and my great big one five tomorrow and being fifteen means being a year more mature and I need to forget whatever happened to us and even if there ever was an 'us' it was it was years ago... Okay! Maybe I'm exaggerating! But I never like him since like only a year ago!
When he first actually talked to me and actually payed attention to me. Those few times he talked to me was like, like I don't even know! I just knew it felt weirdly right like my stomach would erupt with a bunch of butterflies which I thought was all a myth but apparently isn't, and the heat that rushes through your body and makes it way up to your neck to your cheeks.
That's how Ethan Miller makes me feel...
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These tears I cried at 15
Romance"Ethan, we've known each other for years! Now you want to talk to me?" I rolled my eyes. "What do you want? Is this a dare? Who's putting you up to this?" I questioned insecurely. He gave me an amused smile and chuckled. "Trust me if I want to talk...
