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This is not a love song.

by Hecotoro

Hecotoro Heard some romantic music on my Spotify and thought, why not try and write something romantic? I´m not good at it though...
He knew she was the one since the first day they saw each other. The situation never mattered, but he always saw himself with her. But, he did not know how to explain this to her, he did not know the right words and he was afraid. He was afraid she would say no. She would say no to his dreams with her, she would say no to his plans with her, she would say no to him.

Why wouldn´t she say no? She was perfect. She had no flaw. Her personality, her looks, her creativity, her negatives and positives were polished and pretty. She had it all. Then, how do you get the perfect woman to love a miserable like him? You cannot. He was far from perfect.

He did not stand out when it came to looks, he was not original and had no special talent that could impress her. He was way out of her league. All he could do was stare at her and dream. Dream that one day they would end up together alone in a dark alley for some strange reasons. Then, some bad man would try and hurt her and he would take the knife in his gut for her and at the same time beat up the man in a Pokemon battle. She would admire how brave he is and while he is in the hospital bed, she would confess that she always liked him and kiss him. From there, there is no more story. It is all perfect. That would never happen though.

He watched as she sat there looking at the teacher give classes. He sat two seats back and one to the right. He could almost feel her long black hair as it was resting on her back. He just looked at her, he had no reason to pay attention to class, he already knew how to do whatever it was they were teaching him. She turned around and their eyes met. He looked away, pretending to be looking at the teacher and she turned back around.

He should have smiled. No, he should have smiled and waved. No, better, he should have just kept looking at her so she could see in his eyes how much he loved her. But he didn´t. Idiot. He continued to look at her. What if she asked him after class why he was looking at her? That´s easy. He would say that it is hard not to look at her since she was so beautiful and he couldn´t help it. Wait, no, that would be too creepy. He would say that he was thinking of a way to ask her out. She would blush and he would swoop in and ask her out. That was perfect! But, it would not happen. She was popular, he was a loser. How cliche is that? Typical is it not? Get a crush on the popular girl, while he is a loser. A few know who he is and that is including his teachers. The bell rang.

He had to go to the next class quickly, since he had nobody to talk to and did not want to be seen as a loner. But, somebody stopped him. He turned around, surprised that someone would actually want to talk to him. It was her.

¨Why were you looking at me?¨ She asked.

His heart beat against his chest like Hariyama doing belly drum. This was it, probably that one in a million chance, that opportunity to seize everything he ever wanted, his one shot. He just had to say what he practiced every night before going to sleep, what he dreamed every day during class, what he imagined on the bus home. Smile, say hello and tell her that you were thinking of a way to ask her out. It was simple.

¨Sup hello.¨ He responded. He was an idiot. He probably stuttered a little bit.
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  1. PokeStorm
    PokeStorm
    This is literally me with every good looking girl in high school. They'd notice me staring at them and then id look like an idiot in front of them less than ten minutes later. This is why I don't have a girlfriend. That and one other reason.
    Aug 12, 2019