Disclaimer: I Don't Own Bleach!
How could this happen? No. Why did it have to be her? There is nothing about her worth falling for! She isn't even my type.
No long hair styled in curls. No curves shown through tight clothing. No feet strained in high heels adding more to their height. No makeup covering or highlighting her face. No flirty attitude No.
(My conscience just told me that I'm a goddamn liar, that I barely talk to girls much less create a favorite type, and I shouldn't spew such stupid ass shit again. It sounded suspiciously like her but that didn't stop me from mentally flipping it the bird.)
She had short black hair that was always left unkempt. Skin pale from never really going out. Had the most beautiful pair of purple colored eyes, if I could look past her dark circles from many a night of staying up. Had no curves whatsoever and what little she had was covered in a large hoodie. A midget to even the shortest of people. Sneakers only. And an attitude so bad, I'm amazed she had friends.
So why?
"Did you see those bunnies in the window?! So cute!"
A smile. A laugh. Uncontrollable happiness on her features as she holds my hand tightly.
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I don't admit anything!