1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

mistaken(84)

Word count:2992

"Uh, Nick." I turn around slightly confused as to who would just approach me.

Standing there exactly my height was a messy pink haired boy with the smile of a complete idiot.

He seemed like your everyday idiot.

"What?" I say flatly only for him to smile. It it was an award smile that seemed as though he was an alien and smiling was something entirely new to him.

"I uh like you, a lot." He says blushing slightly.

Was this some kind of joke? Does this kid have a death wish?

I hated people like this.

Who joke with people's feelings just for kicks.

"Go fuck yourself." I say and he instantly starts to cry.

"I'm sorry I'm so disgusting!" He cries and my heart instantly stops.

"Wait no I;" I say only to be met with more crying and death stairs from mostly everyone in the hallway.

" Why is Oli crying?" A girl asks only to be responded with.

"That heartless fuck broke his heart."

"What an ass hole." Then again I'm being glared at.

"Wait I'm sorry I didn't mean;"

"No its ok. I was stupid to think someone like me deserves to be loved." He says wiping his eyes but it doesn't stop him from crying.

"No there's nothing wrong with you, I'm just an idiot and an asshole. But if you really like me I'll try my best to like you back!" I yell only for him to look at me slightly confused.

He then wipes his face with his shirt sleeves and with the widest, brightest, most day making smile he says, "Really, that makes me really happy."

My heart instantly starts to thumb unnaturally and I can't help but feel like I was given something amazing.

It becomes physically impossible to not hug him so I open my arms and he runs into them happily.

He smelled like strawberry cake and I'm not surprised seeing that the more time i spent looking at him the more perfect he became.

With strawberry pink hair messy but cute. Blue eyes and a smile so unique it was probably hand crafted by god

But not only that over the next hour I learned something.

His names Oliver.

He likes sweets (as expected).

He likes cute things.

He likes colors.

So why does he like me.

A messy delinquent who wears too much black and has too many piercings.

We only just met and I don't feel entitled to his love.

I feel as though he's wasting it on me.

"Nick!" I hear him call out and my heart beat quickens.

His voice seemed so happy.

"Suddenly I'm hugged from behind and my heart takes off."

I can't help but feel warm.

Really warm.

"Uh can I walk with you home?" I ask and his eyes light up.

"Really?!" He asks brightening up the world.