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there he was. standing there, talking to his group of popular friends. wearing his famous letterman jacket with perfectly styled blonde-brown hair and eyes that every girl just dreams of staring into for hours. well, at least I would.
and there I was, standing against my lockers, gazing hopelessly at my crush. my hair falling loosely out of my braid, glasses perched on the bridge of my nose, I would never compare to him. no one was with me, talking and laughing like he was. I never found it easy making friends.
so how did I end up here, talking and laughing with him at this very moment?
- written by a & m -