To say that Charlie Perkins isn't cute was an understatement. And if I said I wasn't following him, well that would be a lie.
As a blogger, I don't do much with people, I don't talk to them or anything, so obviously I watched people from afar. Charlie was the school librarian for 6th block. The same block I have free period, so I spent all my free time watching him. He's taller than me, and has such a beautiful laugh, like oh hot damn. He's like a Tumblr boy, and he loves all the books I love. If this wasn't a match made in heaven, I don't know what is.
After watching Charlie talking to some girls, I went back to reading my favorite book series of all time, Percy Jackson. Though a lot of people around school think its a childish book, I think its not. It has a theme, a meaning behind friendship and how parents are sometimes douches yet at the same time they're not. I had read this series at least 15 times, its just so perfect, I wish I could find my Percy, or Nico, or even Leo. I grabbed my sketch book out and started sketching Charlie as Percy. Charlie with his dark brown hair and blue eyes could had been the closest person to Percy. I had just finish sketching Charlie's face when I heard a cough behind me.
"Is that suppose to be me?" I heard the person behind me say. I turned around, and just my luck it was Charlie himself. Usually he ignores me and does his librarian stuff, but now he was talking to me. Me, Eliza Williams, the anti-social girl.
I just nodded, blushing furiously. He leaned over me and his eyes scanned the paper. "You got some talents. I never seen someone draw me that detailed. Do I know you by any chance?" He said running a hand through his hair. This time I shook my head and he smiled. "Well I'm Charlie Perkins, what's your?" Of course I know your name is Charlie. I've been stalking you since freshman year.
"E-Eliza Williams" I whispered softly. Its so weird I can be very loud in my house and with my blog, but when it comes to people my voice gets soft and squeaky. He rose an eyebrow, "Eliza Williams? Weren't you in my AP World class before?"
"Yeah."
"I have to go I can see Ms.Richards giving me a stern look, I hope I see you around here more often." With that he left with a cart full of books all the way to the front desk. I sighed and dropped my pencil. More often? I've been here since the beginning of the year and right now its November. Am I that invisible? I never thought it was like that. Anyways who cares I like being unnoticed, it gives me my space.
I picked up all my materials and put them away before the bell rang signalling that it was time to go home. I walked out the library door, past Charlie, and went straight to my locker to get my books. Luckily, my locker was right by the parking lot, so I don't have to see anybody or socialize. Now the bad part is that its where the Jocks and Cheerleaders usually pick their lockers. If I would had known about that small detail I would had never gotten a locker there.
I stood there waiting, which felt like eternity, for David and Rose to stop making out in front of my locker. David wasn't a jock (shocker I know right), but somehow his nerdy quirks had snatched Rose's, the second in command cheerleader, heart. To say they were not cute, was like saying you didn't like food. Though right now, all I wanted was to get to my goddamn locker.
I would had said something, but I was too shy so I decided that I really didn't need my biology textbook, and walked outside to my old Impala. It was old, yes, but it was the best my dad could get me, also the fact about the Winchester boys. Please, I would rather drive this any day than a pink Volkswagen Beetle.
The station was the only entertaining thing in my car and that's what I listened to while I droved home. I passed the nice houses I wish I owned, and drove farther away from the suburbs.
By now I was by the countryside, and saw my house not far away. It was big yet small, and hank lord Jesus we had Wi-Fi. If not I would had died, living in this farm house, with no blogging or anything.
I parked my car on the rocky road and ran inside. My mom was sitting on the couch, her light blonde hair in a messy bun. She was gripping a book in her hand (I was hoping it wasn't Fifty Shades of Gray again), her eyes never leaving the pages. I got my love for books from her, and I was grateful for that.
"Eli!! Is that you sweetie?!?", My dad yelled from the kitchen. My mom finally looked up and waved hello. The vibration of my dad's loud scream must had been felt throughout the house. My mom was deaf, and couldn't hear anything. Her love story with my father is and will forever be the cutest thing ever. I wish one day that could happen to me, but I'm seriously doubting it.
I hugged my mom, and walked to the kitchen, where my dad was standing, with his lime green polo and the most girly apron the world has ever seen. I stifled a laugh, which my dad noticed. He looked down and laughed out loud.
"Sorry sweetie, I was making cake, grabbed the only clean apron," He started, "which is maybe why your mother took a picture of me with the old pink baking set." I couldn't believe the flowers and hearts on the apron, I think it belonged to my grandma or something.
"Well papa, if you need me, I'll be in my room blogging." I said grabbing my bag and heading upstairs.
"Again." He chuckled and continued measuring the sugar for the cake. My dad owned a small bakery in the heart of town, the only bad thing is that my dad has a richer competitor, so we don't get a lot of sales.
I walked up the rustic stairs, and headed to my room. The blast of posters and printed pictures always made my day. I dropped my bag by the door and sat down in front of my laptop. I opened Google Chrome, and my homepage, Tumblr , opened up. I saw all the Superwholock and book fandom posts and reblogged almost everything, until I hit post limit, which made me very sad.
11:29, my alarm clock read. I yawned and took off my shirt and put on my huge Captain America shirt. I wiggled out of my jeans, and then flopped on my bed.
Another day, another pain.
I got out my hardcover copy of The Mortal Instruments, and fell asleep to the beautiful scenes of Cassandra Clare's world.
