Hope
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. You should all know the routine by now.
I watch her as she gracefully glides her pen across the paper in her notebook. She's probably doing homework, but I can't tell from where I'm sitting.
Shelby walks over to the table and sits down next to her. Daisy looks up, smiles, and pushes her soft, chestnut brown hair out of her eyes. Actually, I don't know for sure if her hair is soft or not, but it looks that way to me. Daisy never lets me get close enough to touch her hair.
Shelby says something funny to her and she laughs. It's nice to see her laugh. She doesn't do it very often. Her whole face seems to light up when she does. It makes her more beautiful than she already is.
I look down at the book in my hand. I've been attempting to read "Macbeth" for the past hour. I can't seem to get past "double, double, toil and trouble". Daisy is too much of a distraction.
It really bugs me out relationship is not more than just a simple friendship. Sure, we're best friends and I can tell her practically anything, but there are just some times that I want more. I want to be able to tell her how I much I care about her, to hold her hand, to kiss her.
She claims she's never had a boyfriend and doesn't want one. I find it hard to believe she's never had a boyfriend. With her looks, I'm sure plenty of guys have asked her out.
I hate to admit it, but my love life has been pretty pathetic. There aren't too many girls you can meet up on this mountain. I've never told anyone this before, but I've never actually had a girlfriend before. It's not that I've never wanted a girlfriend, it's just that every girl I've ever asked has, well, turned me down. I've only even kissed a girl once. We were playing Spin the Bottle in fifth grade. It was my turn and the bottle landed on the girl I had had a major crush on for three years. I was thrilled! So I kissed her and I thought I did a really good job for the first time. But then she ran into the bathroom to go wash her mouth off. That was the end of my love life.
I had hoped things would be different with Daisy. At times she has made suggestions that she liked me. I even wrote a play for her. But she just turned me down like everyone else.
I watch her again. And think about how perfect she is. Maybe someday she'll like me.
Note: This is only a short story. There will be no more chapters. No continuation. No nothing. Do not ask me to write more. There will not be any more. Thanks for reading and please review!
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. You should all know the routine by now.
I watch her as she gracefully glides her pen across the paper in her notebook. She's probably doing homework, but I can't tell from where I'm sitting.
Shelby walks over to the table and sits down next to her. Daisy looks up, smiles, and pushes her soft, chestnut brown hair out of her eyes. Actually, I don't know for sure if her hair is soft or not, but it looks that way to me. Daisy never lets me get close enough to touch her hair.
Shelby says something funny to her and she laughs. It's nice to see her laugh. She doesn't do it very often. Her whole face seems to light up when she does. It makes her more beautiful than she already is.
I look down at the book in my hand. I've been attempting to read "Macbeth" for the past hour. I can't seem to get past "double, double, toil and trouble". Daisy is too much of a distraction.
It really bugs me out relationship is not more than just a simple friendship. Sure, we're best friends and I can tell her practically anything, but there are just some times that I want more. I want to be able to tell her how I much I care about her, to hold her hand, to kiss her.
She claims she's never had a boyfriend and doesn't want one. I find it hard to believe she's never had a boyfriend. With her looks, I'm sure plenty of guys have asked her out.
I hate to admit it, but my love life has been pretty pathetic. There aren't too many girls you can meet up on this mountain. I've never told anyone this before, but I've never actually had a girlfriend before. It's not that I've never wanted a girlfriend, it's just that every girl I've ever asked has, well, turned me down. I've only even kissed a girl once. We were playing Spin the Bottle in fifth grade. It was my turn and the bottle landed on the girl I had had a major crush on for three years. I was thrilled! So I kissed her and I thought I did a really good job for the first time. But then she ran into the bathroom to go wash her mouth off. That was the end of my love life.
I had hoped things would be different with Daisy. At times she has made suggestions that she liked me. I even wrote a play for her. But she just turned me down like everyone else.
I watch her again. And think about how perfect she is. Maybe someday she'll like me.
Note: This is only a short story. There will be no more chapters. No continuation. No nothing. Do not ask me to write more. There will not be any more. Thanks for reading and please review!