Song Short Stories - Ac's short story compendium

Through Glass

I threw my bag into the corner and sighed heavily. School was boring, especially in these days, the days just before the end of the year when summer is on the horizon and nobody feels like doing anything. My eyes searched the room and fell upon him. He looked back at me and I quickly looked away and felt my face heat up a bit. He was perfect with his perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect face, perfects clothes… But he wasn’t at all interested in me. It sometimes felt like there was a glass panel between us and he was staring right through, not really noticing me on the other side. “Uh, Amy?” I nearly jumped out of my chair. “Y-Y-Yeah?” I tried to keep cool but failed miserably as I stuttered and probably sounded like a moron. “Do you have a spare pencil I could borrow?” I sighed out, passing him my set of twelve pencils I used for shading whenever I drew. “Thanks a lot,” He said and smiled at me, turning around and walking away.

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The next day was the last day of school and it was kind of heart-ripping to me. I knew I wouldn’t get to see him for two months…

I wore a simple blue dress and well, to be honest I wore it that day because he likes blue, and I was just faintly hoping he would notice me, maybe ask me out or something…

Our teacher wished us a nice holiday and finished her speech with a little yell of “School’s out!” I grabbed my bag and started walking to the door, lost in thought. “Amy!” God fucking dammit he seems to really love me these last two days, as if that would ever happen… “Your pencil…” Oh so that’s why, guess I was too busy dreaming to realize he didn’t give it back yesterday, “Oh yeah, thanks, totally forgot about it,” I smiled at him and he smiled back. We kinda stood there staring at each other for a few seconds, when he finally broke the silence. “Well, have a nice summer Amy,” he waved at me and walked out of the classroom. “There’s a mother fucking aviary in my stomach,” I muttered to myself as I walked out of the door, face red, butterflies in my stomach, totally not ready for summer.

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The wind blew my hair into my face as I wrote a sad love story in my notepad. I pushed my hair back behind my ear and sighed heavily. Writing was hard, you either wanted to write, or had the inspiration, never both at the same time. "What are you writing?" I jumped up, pushing my dress downwards as it almost fluttered up in the wind, and looked up at the small wall I was sitting under. There he was, feet dangling down, an A4 block in his lap, a case with pencils (same as mine(!!!)). "Y-You startled me! What the actual heck are you doing here?" He shyly looked away, which was unusual for him, then looked back at me and said, "I saw you drawing here once and since I'm interested in drawing sceneries, I decided to come here," This is my chance, I thought to myself. "Ooh, let me see!"

"Only if you show me what you've written" I felt my face heat up. It was about me and him... About how I couldn't get to him. But it was worth it right? We were finally alone and... Dammit I'm so stupid what am I even doing, he's not interested in me. I walked up the stone stairs and sat beside him, passing him my notepad. He revealed the drawing and I really didn’t expect to see that. It was a picture of me, sitting in our classroom, looking out of the window. It wasn’t finished by far, half the classroom was missing, as well as the other windows, the only thing that was complete was me. “Wh-why would you..?" I shakily asked. He looked directly at me, his beautiful green eyes piercing me, “I’m in love with you Amy,"

~Ac