Okay. This was sort of a spur of the moment story, so I hope everyone likes it. Try to guess who the girl is; it'll be interesting to see if anyone gets it right. Helen, Cat, Kitty, and Kelly... no fair guessing. You already know. I plan to do a second chapter from the girl's point of view, and then I'll tell you all who it is, of course. And I may even do more than two chapters, if everyone likes it enough. So review, and guess in the review if you want.

Hovering. I always seem to be hovering. I guess I never really noticed it until yesterday, but I really do always seem to be hovering over her, following her, looking over her shoulder, never more than two steps behind.
I wonder if she's noticed. I don't really see how she couldn't. I haven't really been too hesitant about it, haven't been careful. How could I? I didn't realize I even did it; not really.
What if she has noticed? Does it annoy her, me always right there? Does she want me to back off, stand away from her, but is too polite to tell me? Maybe I should stop hovering. But, then again, what if she doesn't mind? What if it doesn't annoy her? I'm probably just being hopeful, but she's not like most girls. Maybe it really doesn't annoy her.
Or maybe she hasn't even noticed. She can tend to do that at times; not notice things. No, I should re-word that, because she always notices everything; no detail escapes her senses, no matter how insignificant it might seem. And usually it isn't insignificant. So it wouldn't be that she hadn't noticed, just that she didn't think anything of it; didn't give it a second thought.
Half of me hopes she doesn't think anything of it. That would make things a lot easier. No confrontations, no difficulties. Everything will stay the same as it was now, and we can both go on with their respective lives. The other half wishes she has noticed... it will stop my wondering, if she says something, does something. Then again, maybe it's better not to know...but still, it will be less stressful if she just gave me some confirmation either way. Then again, what if she doesn't feel the same way I do? Then it might be more stressful. I don't want to go through something like that.
How could she not have noticed, though? If she hadn't before, she probably had yesterday...at the same time I did. She was walking along, and I was following her...like I always do, I suppose. She stopped, I assume to turn and tell me something she had just thought of; come to think of it, I never did find out why she stopped. I ran into her, and we both fell over. I was embarrassed, and, when I think about it, she seemed to be too, but it didn't stop her from being her normal self, making a joke, untangling herself. We climbed to our feet, and continued on almost as though nothing had happened. But I know she had to have noticed something.
I guess now all I can do is wait. I don't want to make a move, don't want to take a chance...what if she doesn't feel the same way I do? One never can tell with her. So I'll wait. I'll wait for her to do something, and if she doesn't, then we'll just keep on with our lives. I'll wait for as long as I can stand to wait. And while I wait, I'll wonder, and hope, and hover. As always, I'll just keep on hovering.