I looked at him differently after that. Some how, that dream only crazed my love life. It kept whispering things to me. Things about him. Things about love. Things about true love. It's the side of you that makes your crush seem like everything. And that side whispered a lot.
Oooooooooooh. Look! He's there. And look... He's staring at you. That's definitely not a coincidence. Just tell him... And you call yourself strong? You can't even talk without stuttering to him... And oh! look he's coming here. Don't think about how you're blushing. Don't think about your heart going crazy. Oh, and just like a romance novel... How about I take your brain too? Oh look, he's standing right in front of you. Bye! P.S., I'm taking your brain too.
Anyway, like I said before, I looked at him differently. And he talked a lot. A LOT. Like he wouldn't shut up. But a swift kick to the shin or a shove of the table quickly solved that.
Usually, the reason I kicked him was because I was actually listening to my romantic side and... Well, I liked him. I didn't want him to know. He barely looked at me then, and it seemed he would never talk to me. But he did.
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The Dramas of a 7th Grade girl with a Crush
RomantizmSome people I know in real life just want me to write a story about... Romance. (*sigh*) So here I am! I mean, I've never written anything romance... Or about myself. Except that really annoying boring "unit" in literacy where you write about like...
