The Cheesiest Romances Ever!

Googly Eyes and Butterflies

I silently gaze at Mr. Perfect. His chocolate waves are styled to perfection, a couple strands sticking out in perfect balance.

I know... I'm that weird. But it's seriously hard not to stare at your crush when he's like, three feet away.

Reuben Wildes.

His blue eyes suddenly meet mine as they twinkle with amusement.

He knows I'm staring. I've been caught in action. ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION!

I quickly hide my flaming cheeks beneath my curtain of raven hair. I adjust my glasses and blankly stare at the textbook to make it look like I'm actually doing something other than gawking at a boy.

Math has never been so boring- and that's coming from a nerd who actually finds math tolerating.

I hear footsteps as my head snaps up to see Reuben advancing towards me.

Oh no. This is bad. This is very bad.

Subject C.U.T.E is approximately two feet away. Now one and a half. Now one.

Cue the awkwardness and stuttering.

"U-Uh do you need anything?" I meekly ask.

He kneels down beside my desk his sapphire eyes meeting my dull black ones.

Subject C.U.T.E is six inches away.

Too close. Too close. I'm going to have a heart attack. Then a seizure. Then pass out. And all this will happen in front of my crush.

I think I'm hyperventilating.

"Yeah could you help me with this math problem?" He asks.

I nod because if I were to open my mouth, a waterfall of drool would probably come cascading out.

His blue eyes are so piercing, electric and hypnotizing. It's getting to be a struggle not to stare.

Close up, light freckles dust his rosy cheeks.

Oh no, I'm staring.

And I'm having to use every ounce of willpower to control myself from stroking and caressing his soft chocolate hair.

I'm becoming a creep.

I shudder.

"Are you cold?" Reuben bluntly asks.

"What? N-No? Are you cold, cause I'm not cold, I'm actually warm- wait that doesn't sound right." I shut my mouth to stop the words from spilling out like word vomit. "Here." I hand him my papers to show him my work for the math problem.

He squints his eyes which make his long, dark lashes even more prominent.

He mumbles his thanks before strolling away.

To tell you the truth if he had stayed any longer, the butterflies in my stomach would have clawed their way out cause I was having a gazillion butterflies.

If only he payed attention to girls like me. He probably likes the popular, pretty, and talented girls.

The ambiance in the room suddenly feels suffocating and I feel a gloom settle over me.

Points for being positive, yay.

My classes fly by and fast and before I knew it, it's time to go outside.

I warily follow Reuben and watches as he starts to play basketball.

I mentally slap myself.

And the stalker of the year award goes to... ME!

Cue the best friend.

"Oooooooooooh, someone's staring at their crush..." My best friend whispers in my ear.

I roll my eyes before a big goofy grin fills my face.

I like Reuben's hair.

It reminds me of chocolate.

I want chocolate.

I'm hungry.

I want to watch Netflix.

Wait, how did me liking Reuben's hair go to me wanting to watch Netflix?

I sigh at my stupidity. My best friend  must be rubbing on me more than I thought.

Just kidding.

Recess passes by quick just like the school day.

When I'm back home I plop myself on the couch like the couch potato I am and start watching Netflix.

Getting bored quickly, I turn the T.V off and stare at the wall. I don't know why people in books and movies stare at the wall. At the end of the day, it's just a wall. Boring and plain.

I wonder what Reuben would be doing now.

I slap myself. Stay focused.

After the burn of the slap I gave myself has faded away I grab my phone and look up Reuben.

I didn't expect to find anything but I found his Facebook, and other social media stuff.

I'm actually a really messed up stalker.

I NEED MY BEST FRIEND!

I quickly shut my phone and plop down back on the sofa.

Why does Reuben have to be so...

Perfect.

He looks good in any outfit. His eyes are enchanting. And don't get me started on the hair.

My eyes slowly close as I fade away into blissful sleep.

Maybe one day, he'll actually return the feelings, or I'll get over him, or I'll just grow into a very depressed and lonely lady surrounded by 121 cats in an old apartment.

Oh the anxiety.