What happens when a girl who has her dreams set out for her, who is ready to take on the world on her own, who won’t let anyone get in the way of her dreams meets a guy who is intelligent, good-looking, funny, simple and to be quite frank- perfect but who actually has a billion girls following his every move? Not to mention that the girl has never been in love, EVER. Would she fight for her dreams and push away her feelings or fight for her feelings and push away her dreams?
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I’ve never actually been in love, to be honest. It’s not impossible though, if you think of it. I’ve had crushes, they’re exceptions but the feeling of having someone in your mind, in your sleep, when you eat and when you take a pee 24 hours- 7 days a week? No, I have no clue.
I remember that time in 6th grade, my classmate Josh was all nice to me. I thought he was just so kind, and I even treated him as my best friend up until he asked me if he could be my boyfriend. That’s how clueless I am. Not a clue. No. I could be smart, but I'm sure as hell that I'm stupid when it comes to love. Just by hearing the word, it makes me feel disgusted. THere is a fine line between boyish and tomboy, well in my opinion there is. I’m not a tomboy if you think. i just have a different attitude toward rainbows, butterflies, the color pink, unicorns, short shorts and such. okay, well,maybe I am a tomboy, i just didn't realize it until now. This is not another fanfic with a tomboy falling head over heels for a member in One Direction. I’m just another girl who wears jeans, loves sneakers, eats pizza and fries, picks her nose and teeth, and hates the word love. Just a normal person if you ask me.
I’m a lover of many beautiful things, you read that? THINGS. I love rock music, pop music, any genre actually. I love books, it just makes me forget the world I’m in and imagine a perfect life with Augustus Waters. I love food, never go out the house without food, or money to buy food. I love sneakers; I wish I could eat them, but eww. I love writing, it’s practically my passion. I never left house without a pen and paper, and money for food. So, that’s me: A lover of all things beautiful but not a human being let alone a member of a freakin' boyband.
