Stitches

Sixth Stitch

sixth || Simon

Not sure if it was bad luck or good luck, but still, it happened.

I got a kick out of that What Is Love thing. After, I got all these teachers and students praising me.

Teachers started noticing the essays and book reports I pass. Like they would be all shocked to know that I can actually write well, and apologize for not noticing the value of my work earlier. Kids at school would refer to me as "Hey, isn't that the dude who writes good?" every time I walk through the halls.

I never get what they were being so worked up about. It was just a note, an answer to a question, I mean who gives a shit? It's not a nuclear launch code. Jeeze.

But even I never acknowledged my writing to be good. It was just me, writing what's in my head. But admittedly, all the praise and attention did inflate my ego. So then I started writing more.

About life. About school. About the struggles of having a one-sided crush.

Especially about the struggles of having a one-sided crush.

I even started a series. I named it Stitches (long story there). It wasn't an actual novel, it was just a bunch of random scenes or scenarios, like little one shots or short conversations that I thought up. It was like a puzzle with lots of missing pieces. I have absolutely no idea where that piece of trash is headed, it doesn't even have a concrete plot. But it's fun, and my friends like it.

I won't ever admit this, but I'm honestly writing it for Perci. Because, you know. Maybe I'll be able to finish it one day. Maybe I could even publish it properly. Maybe I'll become famous. And maybe she'll go read it, and maybe then I'll finally have the guts to ask her out.

Maybe.

But for now, I'm settling with my half-finished novel with its make-believe scenarios.

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Author's Note: What a hard word to pronounce, "Sixth."