The 1st rays of the morning sun shook her from her peaceful slumber. She opened eyes drowsily, waiting for my morning prank to unfold. When she finally blinked away the last of the sleepiness plaguing her, her jade green pupils zoned in on a single glop grenade about to drop. Her calculating eyes scanned the room, no doubt discovering the other pranks, how they unfold- and how to avoid them all. Her petite frame slips gracefully out of bed and clears every one of my pranks efficiently.
I had laid it out so ingeniously, so strategically, so me. She wishes I would use my abilities in the war. For her, I just might. She is different. She is the only one who genuinely cares. She would rather die than admit it, but the green hoodie I found wrapped on my bed on my birthday was from her.
Unlike every other girl, she refuses to fall for me. I feel a new emotion around her, something I can't place. Marshmallow calls it love. That can't be. She doesn't love me anyways, so I prank her and tease her, even if it kills me inside to see her hurt. I can't explain that either. Red says I prank her for attention (her attention). I deny that too. So I continue to struggle with this puberty virus she so uncaringly inflicted upon me (but did she really?), and hope that someday, maybe, I'll figure it out.
But not now. Now, I run and hide, because she has seen me and is going to make my life miserable, just because she can. That's another thing. She's so open, honest, but feisty, careful at the same time. She brags a lot (but isn't really just the truth?).
She, who has me in turmoil (something no one else has achieved). She, who has me running off to save her, even if she doesn't need my help (which is always). She, who has me risking my reputation for her (I do it only for her, no one else). She, who can send me cowering, begging, pleading for her forgiveness with a single look (an impossible task until she came along). She, Sabrina.