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Dear Diary,
Day 3,165 and eight and a half hours and I'm still in love with the same boy.
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Dear Lord I think I've made it to heaven.
Here I, Beth Maxwell, sit, WITH A PURPOSE, watching extremely attractive boys in tight pants, some with the occasional shirtless torso, run around a field and tackling each other for my entertainment.
All. Mine.
There are times where I like to believe that they are fighting over me but, you know, that's sorta creepy so I just pinch myself on the hand and go back to pretending I'm a normal teenage girl. However, all random mind conversations halted as he ran out on the field.
The god of faces.
The blessing of amazingly crafted cheekbones.
The epitome of perfection.
The one and only person I've been in love with for exactly 3,165 days and 8 and a half hours in counting.
Brett. Jason. Foster.
I wrote everything in my small blue notebook as I let out a sigh, still staring at him and the fact that his arms looked absolutely GREAT in that shirt.
"Even his name sounds beautiful" I mumbled under my breath still in awe of how one teenager could hold so much extreme beauty.
"You forgot definition of douche." A voice beside me almost made me fall backwards off of the bleachers. Letting out a small squeal that I'm sure attracted some unwanted attention i quickly covered my face with my notebook and tried to act as natural as possible.
"Jesus Christ Nate you can't just sneak up on me like that." I breathed out laying a hand over my heart as I punched my curly haired best friend on the arm.
Nate Michaelson. Best friend since three. Not really a somebody, but definitely not a nobody. And is apparently all for sneaking up on people in the absolute worst of times.
"So are you gonna add my suggestion to the list?" he questioned pointing to the writing I had inside my blue notebook. I gave him an annoyed glance "Come on Beth, it's even an alliteration."
I let out a small laugh and he nudged me in the shoulder playfully which I gladly returned.
As his smile slowly shrunk down he began to examine the rest of what I had written down
"So. Day 3,165 huh?"
"Hey, don't judge. This year is the year, I can feel it."
Nate gave me a weary look questioning my thoughts as always "I'm pretty sure that's just the coffee you had this morning."
"Seriously Nate, it will be. Now why don't you tell me why your lazy ass is out here with me instead of in first period?"
"Oh my goodness gracious!" he fake gasped "Did my dear Elizabeth Maxwell just...cuss?"
I hit him in the arm again, this time a bit harder.
"Devil child. Devil child." He joked, splashing me with water.
"Hey, just cause my dad's a pastor doesn't mean I have to be all cleany cleany. Have you ever seen Footloose?" I responded. Rubbing some of the water off of my arms and face.
"Speaking of, that's another thing I should add to my list." I flipped through the pages of my journal and quickly got to the page marked with the green sticky note.
"Of what? Movies to watch? Cause I mean I have Footloose at my house, if you wanted to watch it so bad I could –"
"No you idiot, of things I need to change before the end of the year." I scribbled down the new edition before the book was snatched away from my pale hands.
"Goody two shoes, teacher's pet, chameleon... what? Beth all these things are what make you, you. Besides the chameleon I don't really get that."
"No Nate, these are all the things that make me a loser. And I will refuse to be one anymore."
Grabbing back the book I pulled out a red pen and wrote in big block letters at the bottom of my
"Things to stop being before the end of the year" page
LOSER
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Lalalala... well. I don't really know how I feel about this chapter. Anyways, you met Nate. One of her two best friends who is face-claimed by the beautiful Daniel Sharman.I was planning on introducing Brett this chapter instead but whatever, that will come later.
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