The last time I saw her beautiful face was a matter of weeks ago and it's driving me crazy. At least I actually had the ability to talk to her last time we met, but I am still nervous to see her again. I mean not hearing her voice or seeing her face is killing me, but yet I won't just simply go knock on her door. It probably sounds a bit pre-mature saying that not seeing her is killing me but it is true. I feel like a 7year old kid asking out his first crush. The more I ponder the thought though, the more and more similarities I see between the two situations.
Similarities:
1) I have a huge crush on a girl
2) she acts like I have cooties
3) I get nervous around her
4) we barely talk
5) I want to be able to call her mine, but she might reject me and that's just embarrassing.
Point proven, I think to myself. I'm seriously going crazy. We haven't talked in just over 2 weeks, maybe she won't even remember who I am, or if she feels anything for me... I need her though, and no matter what it takes I have to get her one way or another.
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The car slowly halts to a stop as I park the car on the curb across from Leah's house. I'm finally here, after all this time, I finally found the courage to confront her once more. I sigh letting out soft smile just at the thought of her being in such a close proximity to me.
I fly the car door open, and step out of the black 4 wheel drive. Suddenly my body freezes as soon as my feet hit the gravel. Not now Harry, you pussy. I insult myself. My body relaxes and I slam the car door shut and cross the road to the perfectly kept double story home. I attempt to step up the two significantly small steps to the door but stumble on the edge and fall face first in the door. Real bloody smooth Harry. I hear footsteps walk to the door, my head must have made a bug enough sound for either her or her mum to notice it.
I quickly jump to my feet and wipe the dirt off my jeans and straighten out my shirt, almost instantly the door then swings open to reveal the beautiful young women standing behind the door in nothing but a long baggy t-shirt and some half shin length socks. I drop my head to the ground and peep through my brown curls flipping over my eyebrows.
Flashing a quick cheeky smile before she talks, "Harry, didn't expect to see you here. Let me just put some pants on." She says before turning and tip-toeing upstairs to what I assume is her bedroom, leaving the door open for me to walk in.
"Do you normally answer the door in nothing but a baggy shirt and Lacey pink frilled undies with bows on them?" Cheekiness overtaking my normal voice.
"Wait! How do you know they are pink, frilly and covered in bows?" She questions, obviously stunned by my question.
"Maybe you should put some pants on next-time before walking up a steep flight of stairs, whilst I stand at the bottom looking up at you?" A giggle escapes my mouth. She grabs the back of her shirt and pulls it tight around the three quarters of her bum it covered, before turning around and continuing up the stairs, clearly more aware this time of my wandering eyes.
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"Sorry I took so long, can't even find pants in this house!" Leah spits out as she walks down the stairs.
"Careful, apparently stairs are more dangerous then crocodiles I hear." I inform her, like she hasn't already experienced the pain that stairs can promote. We both laugh. Seeing her laugh is like watching an angel fly. It's just amazing. The more I think about it, the more it blows my mind, how big a crush I have on Leah and we have barely exchanged a conversation.
"Shut-up! I so did that on purpose!" Leah shouts snapping me back to reality. "So what did you come here for?" She queries.
