Author's Note: This is my first story I've posted here. I'd appreciate it if you'd comment, but please don't flame and say something like "i ttly h8 ths, d!g!m0n sux" or anything like that, because it's not that literate and it's really pointless. Without further ado, I present "Irrelevant".

Irrelevant

I can't remember the first time I saw you. Up until that point, my life had been nothing but a meaningless blur. But I remember it was my sophomore year at a new school, West Parkington Academy, which is just a fancy way of saying Parkington High School. I think it was in August, or maybe September? I cannot recall. I do remember that when I saw you, you stood out like a beacon of light, something you radiated that made you different, better, than everyone else at WPA. And your image was forever burned in my mind.

At first, I thought you looked ridiculous. Who in their right mind, I thought, walks around like they own the place wearing a tiger-striped blue bandanna? Besides that, you'd always wear a blue and yellow jacket that would make my heart jump every time I saw it in the hallway. I'll admit I thought you looked cool, but I there's also a guy who walks around with a stuffed monkey and fireman hat who I think is cool, and I don't obsess over him, do I?

That is all irrelevant, however. You are irrelevant, the most irrelevant thing in my life, and so you may be wondering why something like you would ever make me stop dead in my tracks when I see a glimmer of your perfectly glorious smile aimed at anyone but me, if you are so irrelevant. I don't know, to tell the truth, but that's not the point.

Anyway, no matter where I went I saw you. There was nothing I dreamed of besides talking to you and before I knew it, I was completely enamored. I hated the thought of you not even knowing who I was, not having any idea I existed, but more than that I hated that I didn't even know your name. Then came the self-loathing. How was it possible to be in love with someone you've never said two words to?

Now, don't worry about me being in love with you, because I'm not. I simply think that you're amazingly aesthetically pleasing, the most awesome person that has ever existed, and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, as cliche as that sounds. You're the guy from my four-year-old dreams of a Prince Charming who will come and sweep me off my feet, but I don't, I can't, love you.

The problem is that we're graduating today, and I don't know anything about you. I may never see you again. I walk to empty my locker on the last day of school and catch my breath when I notice that you're here, doing the same thing. I want to say something, but I can't make the words come out. Finally, I do.

"G–goodbye . . . " I murmur, cursing myself for saying anything to someone like you, someone that only the angels in heaven can compare to.

I hear a soft chuckle. Did you hear? You walk away and my heart breaks into a million pieces and tears come to my eyes. I can't believe it took me this long to realize that I was in love with you, and I have been all along. How could I have been so stupid? But then, you give me a smile, your wonderful, beautiful smile, that breaks my heart because I know I'll never see it again. I hear the most pleasant, wonderful voice I have ever–to this day–heard say one word, "Bye."

I know the story was a bit dramatic, but if you liked it, even a little, please comment. FYI, I just wrote it and thought it sounded like Izumi, but it could be from anyone's perspective.