Nicole, you stood me up. I waited for you at the library but you never turned up. Even the library woman told me to leave because the latest official school hours are over and I should be going home.
Now I sit in my room, trying to figure out why you didn’t turn up. You aren’t answering any of the messages that I’ve sent you either and yes I do have your number.
It’s crazy to think that it’s taken you a whole year to finally notice me. When all this time, I was only two metres [or even one] away from you.
In all honesty, I wouldn’t blame you for bailing out. I’m not the coolest guy in school. Nor am I the kind of guy you would date. It doesn’t matter. As long as you know of my existence, that is what matters to me.
But I couldn’t help but think of why you were upset. You’re usually so happy, chirpy and loud. Today you were quitter than usual.
I would go over to your house and ask you what’s wrong but you only noticed me today and I don’t want to make things awkward between us when they’ve only just started.
I hope you’re okay Nicole. I hope you are.
YOU ARE READING
Handwriting // m.c
FanfictionHe likes her And doesn't understand why He wants to tell her But doesn't know how He is talented at writing So he leaves his feelings to his hand writing Ratings: Short Story: #567 [20.4.2014] - #433 [21.4.2014] - #308 [22.4.2014]
