I stare at her. Always do. I sound like a stalker and in some ways I am. Every afternoon after she finishes school, she'll walk into the Arcade, say hello to Andrew, my best friends and then throw some insults at me… which I happily return as, she slurps down her milkshake. Every morning, I leave my apartment at 6.45 knowing full well that I will bump into her. Literally. I'm not a pervert but those moments where she crashes into my arms, make my day. There's something about her that warms my heart, anyone's heart really. Her cheerful smile, her friendly nature, her beautiful physique… She's perfect. So perfect that I want her as mine.
The only problem is that I'm a 19-year-old college student and she's a 15-year-old schoolgirl. It'll never happen. Except in my dreams.