I walked home, feeling the delayed exhaustion of Cross Country practice. Even though I was extremely tired, I couldn't wait to have dinner with Karthi. It may just be dinner with his close friend to him, but to me it was so much more. I was having dinner alone with my crush. Being on cloud nine barely describes the happiness I was feeling.
Karthi was more than a crush. Crushes were usually just a past time for innocent schoolchildren. Karthi was the cause of my happiness. He was the only one who had a rough idea of what was going on underneath my 'tough girl' exterior. I was broken by the events in my life, but Karthi's family helped me. It was mostly Karthi because he was one of my closest friends. We had known each other for the majority of our lives. When I saw him, a smile creeps its way onto my face and I can't do anything to stop it. He was what kept me strong on my bad days and yet, even if he just smiled at me, I would go weak in the knees.
I knew just about everything to know about him, but yet I still wanted to know more about him. I was genuinely interested in him and even if he broke my heart (which he kind of did in Primary 6), I would go back to him (and I actually did). Everything about him captivated me and he did have his flaws, but that was what I loved even more about him. I accepted him for who he was and I had no intentions of changing him.
He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect to me.
How cliche...
But yeah, I didn't paint him as a prince charming or anything. He was who he was, and I loved him just the way he was.
Oh damn. Did I just say I loved him?
I did. I had just subconsciously admitted that I loved Karthi. It was true, but I was terrified of the fact that I was in love with him. I knew I had a humongous crush on the guy but I didn't realise I was in this deep.
That's when I realised that I always loved him. I loved him for helping me through my parents' death. I loved him for his existence. I had loved him since primary school. As the fact dawned upon me, I grinned like an idiot and got ready for dinner with Karthi.
~45 minutes later~
I gazed in the full-length mirror in my room to find a sexy beast staring back at me (A/N: points for self-confidence?). Smirking, I did my hair in a french braid to the right. My favourite black illuminati t-shirt was complimenting my dark blue skinny jeans. My glasses made my features sharper and more prominent. To match my illuminati t-shirt I wore triangular earrings. My wallet and phone couldn't fit in my jeans so I just carried them in my hand.
"Ding dong!" Karthi shouted. The idiot was trying to be funny but as much as I wanted to be mature about it, I chuckled as I made my way to the door.
"wazzaaaaaaaaaaaaap" We both said simultaneously as I opened the door. Judging the two of us was not a good thing to do although we were both nut-chops.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
"Yeah but d'ya want a drink first?" My politeness shined through but the main reason I asked him the question was so I could check him out while I was making him a drink.
"That would be great, thanks" He replied, smiling.
While I made him Ribena (yes we 17 year olds drink Ribena dont judge) I sneaked multiple glances to see that he was wearing a plain green t-shirt and blue pants (you know the hipster kind?). His glasses sharpened his features (we could be the sharp features buddies XD) and I noticed that he had gotten a new phone case.
I burst out laughing. Karthi's head snapped up to me and confusion was written all over his face. I was still laughing and I couldn't stop so I just pointed to his phone case.
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Too Close To Perfection
Teen FictionDayanita has always wanted what was best for herself and her older brother. She has to stay strong despite all that she's been through. She has to carry on with her life even though she's bottling up all the pain inside. The worst she's gone through...