Three days of testing for all other grades except us,the seniors,which means I only get to see Camelia in the mornings and maybe after school. As every other day I waited for Camelia feeling cold and with a cold and not able to speak well. I waited and waited and she never arrived and so I went to our morning spot in search for her,and there she was,surrounded by people and wearing a black ballerina like skirt a transparent cream long sleeve shirt and black stockings and her everyday long wavy luscious hair,her red cherry vibrant lipstick. I walked up to her as the bell rang and toke out the story for her with the pika-dotted red strong she gave me ,"OH you still have the string I gave you,"as she pointed to the string that was wrapped around a few papers,"Yes I like it." after I left to the beginning of school. After leaving I thought"why did I leave so early instead of speaking to her." I just did leave.
At lunch I went to the rest room with charismatic Brit. As I was looking in the mirror, I noticed little of Camelia,land kept thinking if she had seen me and if it really was Camelia. It was her and she said hello. As I dried my hands I felt my eyes attach to her as if glued on to her as I left my eyes kept on the back of her and for the first time I noticed how long her hair actually was. As Brit and I rushed through the crowd, I noticed that possibly Camelia was behind us, but I didn't turn to see,and that was the last I saw of her today.
Two days of being sick again,two days of not seeing Camelia until finally,i saw her and her hair was straight,and she wore a plaid shirt and a knitted stockings and and black skirt. As I stared at her beauty, I sat next to her feeling as if we were getting closer and for and for a moment I felt myself get even closer to her to miss her as the moment became intense, I tried to keep the conversation, I tried to keep her hands warm but she didn't want me to warm her hands. As she touched my hands to see if they were warm,her hands stayed on mine and she pulled them back and we spoke of something else. I was t sure if I should've done it but seeing her soft plump lips made me tempted and her eyes,as I looked at her ,were soft brown and her face was shaped as if by a professional artist ,she was a painting that was hard to take your eyes off and just want to study very closely. In mind, I felt myself be close to her, I thought of how her reaction might be to the kiss,so I backed away from trying to do so.
In first period I spoke to my friend about it and she advices me that I should've gone with it and done it and I thought I should've ,I mean we do only live once.
------so now that Robbin has fallen for Camelia I wonder how it'll go after
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RomantiekYes my story sucks so what?!just a warming there's a lot of buffer like parts but honestly this is my true story from when I was 17....Robbin thinks life is haven. Always friendly and meeting extra charming people. Now Robbins last year of high scho...