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Before I fall asleep I always picture what it would feel like to fall asleep in your arms. It's possibly the best feeling in the world.
~unknown
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Mexico
Valerie P.O.VI got to the bookshop and looked around. It was old; not like a rundown old, but like a cozy old. Just the way I like it. I'm not sure why it felt cozy in here. Was it because it had fuzzy chairs next to the window? Or was it because it looked like a cabin?
I felt like I was in an ancient or historical bookshop.
It felt like home.
Not many people were inside. Good. At least I know I can take a bit longer than expected. It usually takes me 30 minutes to find a book. Most of the time I didn't know what I was looking for. I couldn't find the book so I saved my self some time by asking the girl at the counter.
"Excuse me."
"How can I help you?"
She can speak English?
"Do you have any book suggestions?" She started thinking and walked right away. It is rather a small book store so I'm guessing she is the only one working here. The girl pointed to some book cases explaining what they are. When she was done I thanked her gratefully and started looking at the shelves. I wasn't going to let her tell me the specific one. What fun would that be?
I started separating the books in Spanish and the ones in English. I can read Spanish I just wanted something in English. I finally picked out the book. It was an old book with poems in them.
This is my favorite place in Mexico. Sophia hasn't called me yet so I decided to stay for a little while more.
To my left there was this one window that was halfway open and had a candle next to it. Next to the window was a fuzzy chair.
"Woah." The chair was so soft. My hand was relaxed as I ran my hand over it.
I felt like I was in some fantasy. Seriously it was so soft and beautiful.
Bam
I was startled, making me turn around. I immediately froze as I stared into a pair of blue eyes.
He was.... around my age.
"Sorry about that." He said in a clear Spanish accent, looking away picking up his books. He straighten himself and had his hand out to shake.
Of course me being a weirdo I just stood there admiring his eyes. Shake his hand! I thought to myself, but I couldn't I felt like I was paralyzed.
He later cleared his throat and said,"I'm Adrian. And you are?"
Again I couldn't move. What is wrong with me? A few seconds later I finally snapped out of it and replied saying,"Valerie. Nice to meet you."
I tried looking at his face but he covered his face pretty well with a scarf. So I tried to see his other features but he was well covered with all the clothes he was wearing.
Adrian went back to put the books away. I couldn't tell if I like him or I'm just overwhelmed of what just happened, but I know one thing for sure. He is cute. Even I couldn't deny that.
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The Distance Between us
Teen FictionShe's from Florida. He's from California. She's short. He's tall. He's athletic. She's not. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~