If you guys didn't read Dave's part here's format. [Name]=Duh, what do you think?
[FN]=First name [LN]=Last name [H/C]=hair color [E/C]=eye color [F/C]=favorite color [Alternia/Beforus]=default high-schools
Your name is [FN] [LN] and you wander the hallways of [Alternia/Beforus] High with a longing for someone. A longing that will probably never be returned back to you, anyway.
"Roxy, I highly insist that you quit bringing that substance to school. You could get caught!" You obviously know that the said teen brings vodka in a water bottle because it does indeed look like it. Your [E/C] eyes soften from heir normal emotionless exterior as you watch the girl argue with the drunken blonde.
You run a hand through your short(for the sake of the story) [H/C] hair, huffing to yourself. Maybe today you'll talk to her...or maybe today, she'll turn you down. Okay, where did your optimism go today?
You take a breath and walk up behind her. She obviously didn't notice your approach, but Roxy had and smirked as her pink eyes flickered to you and back to your crush. "Hello, Miss. Crocker."
Said miss jumps almost clear out of her skin, but realizes it's you, placing a hand over her heart. "My lord, [LN]! You scared the loving daylights out of me!" You chuckle to yourself as you check her out once again for the past month.
Jane Crocker has been your petite, caring best friend since grade school, and you wouldn't trade her for the world. Her small button nose makes you just wanna hug her, and her nice curves are easily noticed even with her padding. You shouldn't know that, but Roxy tells you a lot of thins you shouldn't know about her. And her eyes. Oh lord, her beautiful blue eyes make you just want to get lost in them before they close again.
You resist the urge to squeal like a high school girl-no offense to Roxy here-and you begin to speak. "Hey Jane. I wanted to ask if you were free this weekend."
Jane raises one of her eyebrows cutely, making you squee inside. "I do believe so. Why are you asking, Mr. [LN]?"
You ponder what you could tell her because somehow, you'll have to keep up the fact you're the coolest guy in school's older brother. You open your mouth and-
~TELL HER IT'S A SECRET AND SMIRK.
~TELL HER WHY AND RISK GETTING DUMPED AND HUMILIATED.
Life? What life? I don't see a life anywhere. ;)