charlotte wanted to run into the brown eyed boy again. she wanted to talk to him this time. she even had a plan on how she was going to get his attention. but when the time came, she never saw the brown eyed boy she had been ever so determined to see again since she saw him two days ago.
was she insane for wanting to talk to a boy who she knew nothing about? (except the fact his eyes were a nice brown and reminded her of leaves.) possibly, but that didn't stop her from coming to the exact spot they met and waiting there for him.
but the longer she stood, waiting against the wall for him to show, the weaker legs grew and the more strange looks she got.
why had she been waiting for him anyways? he probably didn't care or even want to talk to her again. that's probably why he ran of so qu-
"hi."
oh my god. it's him, charlotte thought.
a/n: oh god this story is gonna be cheesy af.
