Uh, boredom?
I do not own Hamtaro the best show ever!
….
Maybe it was the way those green eyes would bore into the back of my head in second grade. How we both raised our hands to answer that one silly question. Maybe is was the urge I had to resist to turn back and stick my tongue out. Maybe.
Maybe it was the laugh that he bellowed as he played on the streets as I watched with a cold indoors. Maybe it was how I unconsciously wanted him to notice me. Maybe.
Maybe it was in third grade. He had a new girlfriend. The meanest girl in school who would trip and taunt me. Maybe it was how I wanted to knock her teeth out. Maybe.
Maybe it was in fourth grade. That same nasty girlfriend. He made her apologize for how she acted towards me. I chuckled under my breath, like that would change anything. Maybe it was how she tripped me and I looked at him with my tearstained face. How sincere he looked. Maybe.
Maybe it was in fifth grade. His same girlfriend. Why he never dumped her was beyond me. Maybe it was how I sensed his eyes following me as I walked past him. How he innocently licked his mint chip ice cream. His favorite. As he held hands with her. In front of Mickey's Ice Cream Shoppe. Maybe.
Maybe it was in sixth grade. My sudden crave for his attention. How hard I wanted to punch his girlfriend. Maybe it was how I knew I wanted him to cry over my grave when I was dead. Maybe it was just me. Maybe.
Maybe it was in seventh grade. He finally got rid of her. And he finally noticed me. Maybe it was how happy I felt that he smiled at me. Maybe
Maybe it was at the carnival. How he held my hand on the roller coaster. Maybe it was on the Ferris wheel. How much I blushed when he looked at me with those twinkly green eyes. Maybe
Maybe it was in 8th grade. How we always hung out. How much I craved his hand in mine. Maybe
Maybe it was ninth. Where we had almost every class together. Maybe it was how we knew we were best friends from then on. Maybe
Maybe it was tenth and every grade after that. How I knew every detail of his life and he knew mine. Maybe
Maybe it was the growl I held back when his ex-girlfriend came back and stole him away. Maybe.
Maybe it was how far apart we grew.
Maybe it was how much I twirled in my new apartment kitchen when I got his call again. Maybe it was how I almost burned my dinner when he finally told me they broke up.
Maybe it was how our first date felt.
Maybe it was how I felt when you proposed.
Maybe it's how I, Penelope Chibimaru, will always feel about you. Cappy Kaburu.