Love? What is love, anyways?
I couldn't help but ask myself this as I stared at the display in the book store. There, on an obnoxiously large sign with annoying bold letters was LOVE STORIES. I supposed that, yes, the couples on most of the covers were attractive - but it all seemed so generic and hilariously misled to me. They were selling a load of crap to teenage girls that were quick to buy into it. I, however, wasn't one for shitty romance novels. I didn't even like romance novels, truth be told, but I loved fantasy fiction and stories of valiant heroes. Isn't that what teenagers like me should be reading anyway?
"I didn't take you to be a book porn kind of girl, Krista," said a masculine voice standing directly behind me. My eyes widened and I whipped around to protest when I realized it was just Demian. Psh, of course.
"I'm not a fan of 'book porn', you numskull," I mumbled, taking the nearest copy of 50 Shades of Grey to smack his head with. He swiftly dodged, grabbing the book with a snort. His green eyes seemed to take in the cover before carefully putting the book back in its pile. I sighed. Demian was kind of a douchebag to me sometimes, but he was my friend, and he did actually mean well. He was just a little out there, I suppose. Sports and twenty girlfriends was "out there" to me.
I smirked as he rolled his eyes and shrugged, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. Demian always had this expression on his face that was somewhere between laughter and melancholy. Today it leaned towards laughter as he raised an eyebrow, his eyes following something I wasn't facing.
"What?" I asked, figuring it was probably another snotty girl too good to talk to "someone like me". But when I turned around, what I saw was the very opposite of that. I felt like I had fallen into another dimension somehow, with no hope of returning to reality. I couldn't believe my eyes, couldn't grasp her existence. I was lost in her existence. Everything about her drew me in.
She was just standing there gazing at the romance novels, chewing on her lip and hesitantly reaching out to grab a Nicholas Sparks book. I sucked in a deep breath when she glanced my way, taking in her brilliant brown eyes and timid expression. I'd never seen this girl before in my life, but I wish I'd have seen her sooner. She was vibrantly beautiful, breathtakingly so. Her long hair just flowed down her shoulders and to her waist in beautiful waves, as though taming them would be out of the question. She wore a slimfitting pair of dark blue jeans and a baggy college sweater. I'd never seen someone with such bright eyes and yet such a shy air to them. I didn't want to take my eyes away, but was snapped out of my trance when Demian smacked me awfully hard with the thickest book he could find.
"Damn it!" I hissed, shooting him a glare and glancing back at the girl. To my surprise, she was gone, and I looked around hopelessly for her until I saw her at the checkout counter with a pile of books in her arms. She had a bad taste for the crappy teenage romances, but that didn't deter me. I wanted her...like bad. Really bad.
"Would you stop staring at her already and go get her? Jeez Krista, you're the most single lesbian in the history of all single lesbians."
I sent him another glare and he held his hands up in surrender.
He was right, though. I was always single, always searching for someone I could talk to before I went to sleep or at least someone to hold onto. It wasn't that I was picky..I was just..selective. Yeah. I knew what I wanted, and it was that girl.
"Hey!"
That was the only thing I could think of to say when I saw her fumbling to open the front door with all those books in her arms. Why didn't she just use a bag? Sheesh.
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Starr's Point of View
