Teenage Crushes: Best Friends Forever
Like other writers I am bored.
Oh yeah, this book is 'bout some boy who has a massive crush on some girl and uh, enjoy? (Don't set your expectations to high I'm new).
My name is Lesley J. Michee, I'm 14 years old. I guess I'm quite the looker, but I would never consider myself hot. My so called "sexiness" was disguised by black glasses (classic Ray Bans), my apparently lame fashion sense, and a thick non-fiction book I always stuck my nose into whenever I wasn't doing school work. Basically, I was a nerd.
I go to a private boarding school which specializes and only teaches certain students. ( AKA kids who have scarring experiences or other stuff like that). Though I don't really know what that experience is for me, my stepdad Estaban ( kinda have to pronounce it as is your at the doctor. EST-AAAAAAAAA-BAN. That was kind of an exaderation) never told me.
I was reading a book in the library as always during lunchtime. Usually kids my age play football or chat with their friends, but I just lay low. I try not to be nosy or eavesdrop, but I have VERY good hearing so you understand I had no choice but to listen to some girls' conversation.
"OMG he is so cute" squeeled Squeely ( I only know the names of so many people, so I just give people nicknames).
"Yeah in a nerdy kind of way" whispered Jacket Thief (Pretty obvious why I call her that).
"Do you think he's availible?"
"No duh he's a nerd"
"But he's sooooo hot... How big do you think his junk is?"
I couldn't hear anymore as they walked up to flirt with "the other/slightly more handsome and popular nerd" nerd... Awkward...
Soon school was over so I went deep into the forest to the secret meadow I'm pretty sure only I knew about. I lifted up the vines of the willow tree and walked into the shade. Then I realized the girl sitting against the tree, reading a novel. She had light brown skin, but not a tan. She had shoulder-length black hair which was curly, but only slightly so I could tell it was natural. She wore ordinary clothing which she probably just pulled out of the closet.
"Hello?" I was snapped out of my daze. She was right in front of me now, waving her hand in front of my face. I couldn't tell if I was turning pale or red, my heart beat was as loud as a drum. I was trying to think of something to say, but all that came out was a squeak. You couldn't blame me, I didn't know how to talk to girls let alone other people!
I did the only thing I could think of. Run. Fast. Far away. Don't stop. Don't look back. Unfortunately, I wasn't the fastest runner, but I had never ran faster in my life. I stopped sprinting to catch my breath. That was when I remembered the most tingly feeling I felt when I saw her. It was like going on a high wire, the fright mixed with the thrill makes the rush you can't get enough of. I made a vow I would muster up enough courage to talk to that girl one day. Unfortunately, that day took longer then I expected.
Fortunately, the day did come, and now we were best friends, though just best friends. I still remember the first conversation we had.
"He..he..hi"
"Hi I'm Belladonna"
*Awkward silence*
"So did you see the game last night?" She asked.
"Oh ummm, yeah loved it"
"Oh there was actually a game last night?"
What the hell did that mean? Ask me if I saw the game (Actually I don't watch the sports channel but she didn't need to know that) then ask if there even was a game? She probably saw my confusion because she quickly explained. "I actually don't watch the game I just ask that question during awkward silences" I let out a chuckle, part from relief, part from the joke, part to be polite. The rest was pretty much jokes and stuff so let's cut it out. Though the more time I spent with Belle (nickname) caused me to think more about if I wanted to risk our friendship to step out of the friend zone, or let some other guy sweep her off her feet first. Like other kids, THE END
Oh yeah, this book is 'bout some boy who has a massive crush on some girl and uh, enjoy? (Don't set your expectations to high I'm new).
My name is Lesley J. Michee, I'm 14 years old. I guess I'm quite the looker, but I would never consider myself hot. My so called "sexiness" was disguised by black glasses (classic Ray Bans), my apparently lame fashion sense, and a thick non-fiction book I always stuck my nose into whenever I wasn't doing school work. Basically, I was a nerd.
I go to a private boarding school which specializes and only teaches certain students. ( AKA kids who have scarring experiences or other stuff like that). Though I don't really know what that experience is for me, my stepdad Estaban ( kinda have to pronounce it as is your at the doctor. EST-AAAAAAAAA-BAN. That was kind of an exaderation) never told me.
I was reading a book in the library as always during lunchtime. Usually kids my age play football or chat with their friends, but I just lay low. I try not to be nosy or eavesdrop, but I have VERY good hearing so you understand I had no choice but to listen to some girls' conversation.
"OMG he is so cute" squeeled Squeely ( I only know the names of so many people, so I just give people nicknames).
"Yeah in a nerdy kind of way" whispered Jacket Thief (Pretty obvious why I call her that).
"Do you think he's availible?"
"No duh he's a nerd"
"But he's sooooo hot... How big do you think his junk is?"
I couldn't hear anymore as they walked up to flirt with "the other/slightly more handsome and popular nerd" nerd... Awkward...
Soon school was over so I went deep into the forest to the secret meadow I'm pretty sure only I knew about. I lifted up the vines of the willow tree and walked into the shade. Then I realized the girl sitting against the tree, reading a novel. She had light brown skin, but not a tan. She had shoulder-length black hair which was curly, but only slightly so I could tell it was natural. She wore ordinary clothing which she probably just pulled out of the closet.
"Hello?" I was snapped out of my daze. She was right in front of me now, waving her hand in front of my face. I couldn't tell if I was turning pale or red, my heart beat was as loud as a drum. I was trying to think of something to say, but all that came out was a squeak. You couldn't blame me, I didn't know how to talk to girls let alone other people!
I did the only thing I could think of. Run. Fast. Far away. Don't stop. Don't look back. Unfortunately, I wasn't the fastest runner, but I had never ran faster in my life. I stopped sprinting to catch my breath. That was when I remembered the most tingly feeling I felt when I saw her. It was like going on a high wire, the fright mixed with the thrill makes the rush you can't get enough of. I made a vow I would muster up enough courage to talk to that girl one day. Unfortunately, that day took longer then I expected.
Fortunately, the day did come, and now we were best friends, though just best friends. I still remember the first conversation we had.
"He..he..hi"
"Hi I'm Belladonna"
*Awkward silence*
"So did you see the game last night?" She asked.
"Oh ummm, yeah loved it"
"Oh there was actually a game last night?"
What the hell did that mean? Ask me if I saw the game (Actually I don't watch the sports channel but she didn't need to know that) then ask if there even was a game? She probably saw my confusion because she quickly explained. "I actually don't watch the game I just ask that question during awkward silences" I let out a chuckle, part from relief, part from the joke, part to be polite. The rest was pretty much jokes and stuff so let's cut it out. Though the more time I spent with Belle (nickname) caused me to think more about if I wanted to risk our friendship to step out of the friend zone, or let some other guy sweep her off her feet first. Like other kids, THE END
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