The Waiting Games

There he was, just sat there, I wish I had the nerve to talk to him. Ahh he's looking this way, look natural! Why is he so gorgeous. Okay he's looking away, now I can relax. Why did I cross my legs like I needed to pee? That's not normal. I'm such a dweeb. No, no it's fine, he probably didn't notice me anyway, he never does. I'll never catch him staring at me with those perfect green eyes that sparkle like emeralds... OH GOD IM DOING IT AGAIN. Why do I do this to myself every single day.It's beginning to annoy me actually, but I can't help it. I wish I could say "Well that's love for you" but how do I know, we're not in love with eachother, I just have a huge crush on him. nothing will ever happen between us knowing me. I suck at life. I mean, we're work colleges. I don't understand why I can't just get the courage to talk to him, even if it is about work or something. But work is so boring. Hey, maybe he likes football! No. Wait. I don't like football, that's a terrible conversation idea, plus what if he doesn't like football. Okay Carrie, keep it together. Now Carrie just think about this for a second, talking to yourself isn't helping in anyway, especially when you keep staring at him.

"Carrie"

He's dreamy...

"CARRIE!"

Oh shit what?!?! What have I done now?

"Will you come to my office please?"

'okay Mr Flores, I'll be there in just a minute'

Okay, this is it. This is the end of Carrie Blue Nelson. I should have worked harder. Any regrets? There are many. Rest in peices Carrie.