Someone on twitter said I had to write a short story about Ansel Elgort, so here it is, hope you'll like it. Oh and I'm Dutch, so sorry if my English is not that good! x
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His fingers struggle with my hair, he's trying to make a braid before I go to school, but he just can't do it. "Okay nevermind babe, I'll do it myself" I say to him, he laughs and let go off my hair.
"Sorry, I'm not good with girls and hair and you know, you girls have so much hair!" I laugh and give him a kiss on the cheek before getting up from the ground and walk to my bathroom.
"Hurry up, you have 3 minutes left before you have to go!" my mom shouts from downstairs. "Yeah mom I'm coming" I shout back. When I return to my room, Ansel is gone, probably downstairs already. I hurry to the kitchen and pack my bookbag,
"Hey mom" I give her a kiss on the cheek. "Where's Ansel?" I ask her, he's not downstairs...
"Oh he's gone already, he said I had to tell you that his boss called, he had to go, sorry sweety"
"Oh okay I'll call him later, bye mom!"
"Bye sweety".
I am Jessy Trescot, a sixteen year old girl from Los Angeles. Ansel Elgort is 18 and my best friend since preschool, I love him, and with that I mean really love him. But I don't know if he loves me back that way, people say he does but they say that about every boy/girl friendship. We kissed once at a party, that's when I fell in love with him but he doesn't know I love him and I don't want him to know because I don't want to ruin our friendship.
I grab my car keys and drive to school, unfortunatly Ansel isn't in school anymore so I have to do this all by myself. I'm late so I run to class, when I take my seat next to Alex.
"Sorry I'm late, Ansel stayed the night and wanted to make a braid in my hair" I say.
"Oh that's fine Mr Patter is late" she said and then looked my braid "Ansel made a good braid"
"That's because I made this one, Ansel screwed it up"
"So are you two dating yet?" Same question everyday. I was glad I didn't have to answer because the teacher came in and gave my attention to his lesson. Well actually I didn't, I thought of Ansel's fingers in my hair this morning and how we slept last night, I lay with my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, his fingers drawing little circles on my back till I fell asleep. I wondered how it would be to have in as my boyfriend, his lips on mine again. I shook my head and tried to pay attention to what Mr Patter explained. Ansel was never ever ever going to be my boyfriend, he didn't saw me that way.
