I walked into the lobby with my family and my heart rose straight to the ceiling and stuck there, twitching in pure ecstasy. She was there.
So I did the thing any logical, clear-thinking, lovesick teenager would do. I completely ignored her. Except for the frequent glances I stole in her direction, you wouldn't have even known that I knew she existed.
Okay, you totally would have. But at least I tried.
She was looking down at her phone, at least she was until she looked up at me somewhat quizzically, as if to say, "Why are you staring at me?" I blushed even brighter than before and waved at her, smiling way too widely. Smooth. Real smooth, not even saying hi, just waving. How old are you, six?
She waved back, throwing me a smile, and returned to her phone. I spent a moment or two freaking out- guys, she just WAVED at me- before dumping myself down in a red plush chair as close to her as I dared- so, about half the room away.
I'm not very daring. In case you haven't noticed.
I continued peeking out at her from underneath my hair (a move that I thought made me look cute, but in retrospect, it just looked strange) until I got an excuse to get closer to her.
The excuse finally came in the form of my brothers, who, being weir usual idiotic selves, decided to fool around a bit too much with the luggage cart. Like an operative on a secret mission, I glanced around, got up, and went to pry my brothers off of the wheeled metal contraption. The other boy with them must have been her brother, because she came over also, to scold him and pull him away.
Her voice was soft. Gentle.
Hmm. Was I sure this would work out? She didn't sound sarcastic enough.
You sure there aren't other reasons this won't work out? Like you being too shy to even talk to her? You might never see her again! What are you thinking?
I didn't know what I was thinking. Evidently nothing very good, because I didn't work up the courage to talk to her that day.
A/N
Eyyy bad endings
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Girl Crush
Non-FictionOnce upon a time, there was a girl. That girl was me. This girl knew that she was asexual, but she was pretty sure that she was heteroromantic because she had kind of had a few low-key crushes on guys before. Then she saw a really cute girl, and th...
