Have fun, This is another one of my stories that I put away letting the dust collect. Tell me if I should continue.

My song for this chapter is Misery Business by Paramore.

ThAnKs EzZ. I lOvE yOu So MuCh. YoU'rE a GrEaT fRiEnD!

I hope you all like this.

We sing, We dance, We steal things. :)


I was so homesick now that I could take money out of my college fund and fly to Benton. The past few weeks in Tacoma have been a nightmare. I want to be in Illinois, it's warm, sunny and dry there during the summer and spring. Here in Washington we don't get a lot of snow, only rain, lots of rain. In Illinois they get plenty of snow. I want to be there so I could be in the family Christmas card. Snow in the background, the old barn that got ripped by a tornado, and of course the pond. Our faces would be flushed, mine even more so. We would also be wearing matching sweaters.

"CLAIRE DANIELS!" Mr. Leech yelled, "It may be your birthday but you still have to pay attention!" I looked at the clock to see that we only had 10 more minutes of fourth period, that means only 15 minutes until I get to see Ryan Miller. Ryan Miller is the third cutest boy ever. Ryan sits next to me in Biology, he always looks at me if it seems like Mrs. Tiller will set us to work together. I only talked to him once, that was after I moved here from Benton. He was the only person to talk to me on the first day besides the teacher. I realized I was in a trance again, I was looking at a picture of Shakespeare when I came back to the real world. The bell rang and I jumped.

When I came to class I realized I was a few minutes early so I decided to take off my hat and fluff my hair a bit. Then he walked in, Gods dift to the natural world, he's the apple of my eye. I was quickly put my hat back on and looked at the white board.

"How are you today?" Ryan asked. "I heard you kind of fell asleep in English." He smirked.

"I...um...are you actually talking to me?" I stuttered. Trying to make my accent less noticeable. It didn't work.

"Yeah, Is that a problem?" He answered cautiously.

"It's fine, you just haven't talked to me since I moved here 3 weeks ago and I was expecting the silence treatment the rest of the year, but you can talk to me. Your...It's totally fine." I rambled.

"oh," He let the subject drop. I sighed. We had 5 minutes left to talk before the bell rang.

"So...did you like it in Illinois?" He asked, forcing to make small talk.

"Oh. I love it there. I really miss it too. The heat on my skin from the sun, making me tan." I stared into space. I could feel his eyes staring at my lips, I suddenly felt something drop in my chest. I noticed he moved closer, his arm brushing against mine.

"Yeah, you are very tan," He gulped "more color then the other girls in Washington." He said appreciatively but quietly. Is he really complimenting me? I'm ordinary, none of the boys in Benton liked me. This is surprising I think he actually likes me.

"Thanks." I said. Mrs. Tiller started class, he put on a stupid movie as he turned out the lights. Ryan scooted his chair a little closer again. My heart pounded. I looked down in his lap and I say his hands were shaking anxiously. Maybe he did like me. I took out a piece of paper. I glanced at Ryan, he was staring at the paper.

"I can't concentrate. You mind talking in a note?" I wrote. I pushed the paper to him. He rose his eyebrows.

"I can't concentrate either, I have something to tell you anyways." He pushed it back quickly. I saw his writing and I dropped my jaw. It is a perfect script, I wondered why this perfection shocked me. It shouldn't, it's obvious he would have beautiful handwriting.

"You can tell me anything." I assured him.

"I think somebody might have a crush on you." He lightly smiled. "I think he might think your accent is really cute." As soon as I looked at that I felt faint. He likes me! So many thoughts rushed through my head.

"Who?!"

"He sits close to you." Smiling widely while biting his lips.

"Who?!" My face was on fire, I knew I was blushing.

"Drew Dagon!"

I looked over to the kid that looked like he would be in his mothers basement for the rest of his life. Facial Problems, Glasses with the tape. He was smiling wildly at me while picking his nose right in front of me.

"Well, that's great." I sighed out loud.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing." Giving him a sneer. The bell rang, I was happy but disappointed though. Grr, I can't believe he would say that. I stomped out the door leaving Drew, Ryan and his stunned expression behind.