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When it Happens
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Complete, First published Feb 07, 2015
Mature
Ages before famous baseball player Nate Remington could be seen on my living room TV screen, he could be found sitting behind me in History class, the year being 1994. 
All girls had their eyes on Nathaniel Remington when he was the new kid at our Catholic school. And later, it wasn't just girls.
Baseball scouts.
And just like other teenagers in my grade, I find myself wanting to be closer and closer to him.
Until I fall head over heels for him.
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Nathaniel is a former underdog turned centre of sexual objectification. But he still hasn't gotten used to the change in how he's treated now that he's had his dance with puberty. On the inside he's still the same sometimes shy, introverted, sensitive little guy. Sure he has fun here and there being the centre of attention, but all introverts know, that the social battery soon runs low. That is until a pretty girl in the car park makes him want to be the centre of all her attention for the rest of his life. This is that look of complete awe and adoration that men have on their faces in movies when they see the girl they're in love with walk down the stairs, like they've never seen someone else look more beautiful, like they see her and they feel like they just discovered a new rare gem stone. She's glowing. Her skin, her hair, her dress. I start walking towards her and it's like she's a magnet, pulling me to herself in a way I can't control. Once I'm standing in front of her she places her palms on my shoulders and moves them down to my elbows, her eyes trained on mine as her hands reach back up to my hair where she soothingly combs through it with her fingers.