Hey Yo!
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Please?
Christmas was supposed to be beautiful. Christmas was not supposed to be lonely..and something which would force me to believe, that people are only born to make my life hell..it just shouldn't.
I was a normal teenage girl.. as normal as one can be while feeling depressed and alone and singing "Us Against The World" while clearly having no "us". I am a Junior at a high school where everybody is popular, everybody is cool (even the math geeks,yes.) apart from me. I had always been like this, unless I have some Short term memory loss problem where I forget how awesome I am every 5 minutes. It's not like I don't have friends, I have some.. But i think they use me to complete their homework. Like Yesterday Rose asked me "kindly" (as kindly as the bitch could talk) to complete her AP Physics assignment.
Whatever, It's Christmas . again. Mom called me early in the morning (and by early I mean 4 o'clock in the morning) to tell me how much she loved me, and how much she'll always love me and how much fun she was having at the Disney world in honk Kong.
Dad is passed out on the couch.
I am primping myself to go sit by the window (sense sarcasm, please) and watch my extremely hot but brooding neighbor Eddie. At least I think that's what his name is.. The skunk of our school (please call her Tanya) called him that. He is the son of the town's hotshot doctor Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen. He is super broody, but I think it's because he is home schooled. I don't know why, though. Maybe he's a serial killer? I don't care anyway.
Who am I kidding? I totally care.
I think he likes to play his guitar and piano. Emmett McCarty and Jasper Whitlock (2 hotties from good ol' school) are his best friends, or friends, whatever.
He never notices me, even though he possibly might be my soul-mate. I crack myself up sometimes.
So like the creeper I am, who has zero real friends, I stare at him. and stare. and write poems on him... (scratch the last part)
But how can I help it? He is just so good looking... I may omnomnom him someday. He's shy too, I guess. But oh well, I'm shyer.
I sit by the window, open my sketch book and start to doodle.. and that's when I felt something zap-worthy. I looked up, and outside my window, and well almost passed out because Eddie Cullen was looking at me.. or should I call it staring?
He was holding something up in his hand. I strained my eyes to see what he wrote, but then gave up and took my binoculars out.
On a portable white board, he had written, "Hey There Good Lookin'.. merry christmas, beautiful..MEET ME DOWNSTAIRS, please?"
OHMYGOD OHMYGOOD OHMYGOD.