Infatuations
by an anonymous geek
disclaimer: I don't own nothin'
[Cleon's POV]
I love her. She's everything I look for in a woman. She's funny, beautiful, kind, and smart. She is not empty-headed like all the other women, but she strives to be good at everything, and she is.
The only thing is: I don't know if she feels anything towards me except for the love of a friend, and I don't have the guts to tell her how I feel for her.
She walks over to the table where everyone else is studying, including me, and smiles. I practically melt. I long to tell her what I feel, and to feel her lips pressed up against mine. But it can never be. It is just an infatuation.
[Kel's POV]
Neal is so handsome. I've loved him ever since we were squires, but he never notices me. He only loves the court beauties. It hurts when he practically swoons over all of them, and writes his silly poetry for them. I wish he would like me, and write poetry for me. But it can never happen. I'm only the Lump, or Cow, or the girl that everyone mistakes for a man. No one could ever like me. Especially Neal.
I have no chance, but I will never stop wishing.
I guess it's just an infatuation.
[Neal's POV]
I never loved all those stupid court girls. It's only a facade to hide from the others my love for that one special person. That person is the only one I will ever love. That person is perfect in every way, and is amazing good looking, with skills that leave everyone else looking stupid. That person is. . .
Myself.
I'm so perfect. I stare at myself in the mirror, and sigh. Love is a wonderful thing. And the good thing is, I don't need to worry about the object of my affections not liking me!
It all started when I was around the age of ten.
[Flashback]
I looked at myself in the mirror and gasp. I was a pretty handsome guy.
[End of flashback]
I love my infatuation.
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okay, so that was pretty stupid. I just wanted to write somethin really odd. tell me how much you hate it!