Hi so I know they british but I wanted them to where cute clothes so there school has no uniform lol
I remember the day clearly- like everything of course my memory was vivid, like that of an elephant my mum would say. That's why she would always call me elle despite the nickname seemingly have no correlation to my name. Then again pepole day you can nickname a Richard dick so fair game. Anyway I'm going on a tangent as usual- it was Monday my least favourite day. There was this girl- if never seen her before she was year ten at the time - my year. She caught my eye because- well for one she was knew but mainly because she was extremely pretty. My gay heart fluttered at the sight of her. She was short but slim yet she still had those cute chubby cheeks and the most adorable little freckles dotted around her face. She didn't where makeup- unless of course you count her signature pinkish lipgloss. She had thin lips and big brown eyes. Whenever she would smile- and she smiled often- my heart would melt in my chest. She had red and black hair brushing over her face just enough for a cute side fringe but not so much that it covered her sparking eyes. She always wore a bandanna I think it was just her sense of style. That carried through in her clothes- they were simultaneously girly and tomboyish. She wore a long sleeved red and black striped top with another short sleeved black tøp top on top of that. She also wore a pleated black and red skirt with a thick black belt buckle pinching her waist,greyish tights and some heeled boots with silver buckles. I'd feel rather stupid in an outfit like that but she pulled it off perfectly- and made me feel rather silly in my tomboyish plaid tee shirt and jeans, not only that she also put my hair to shame. I found out a little while later she was called kaiya when miss hibard introduced her to the whole class. She had to sit next to me- I wasn't compaining.
Over the next year we become closer and closer and my feeling grew and grew- no problem kayia was the straightest girl I knew- bitter luck but I guess that's just how it goes....
That brings us up to the 14th of February- Valentine's Day. On a whim I left some chocolates- dairy milk her favourite- in her locker with the note
I love you I know you don't love me back because your straight.
Meet me at break by the apple tree. but please don't cause a scene
-Elle
I signed it with my mothers nickname that way it would be a surprise and she wouldn't be disgusted hopefully.
I waited under the tree. "Jayden! Have you seen anyone called Elle around here" she called to me " uh yeah" she began to look around " where" I pointed to my cheast " here?" She looked confused " I'm Elle, it was my mother's nickname for me as a kid.." she went a little bit red " you bought me chocolates?" I blushed a little " yeah" she brought be into a tight hug and then before I knew it her lips were on mine- I held a look of poor shock and surprise. She giggled. And the rest is history
And tour all up to date it's now 2020, 7:38 on the 25th of January and kayia is asleep on my lap- I kiss her forehead so thankful for dairy milk chocolates, " I love you kaiya" in her sleepy state I can here her mumble " I love you too my little elephant"
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