Disclaimed. Quite random, just so you know, is what this drabble is.
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You see him on a Tuesday. You're walking your favorite (and, well, only) dog in Westchester Park, and you happen to glance at him. You see him watching you. And you can't help but watch him.
Maybe it was his army green eyes that you couldn't help but notice from far away. Or maybe what really drew you in was his dimples you saw when he smiled. At you.
He walks towards you, and you fidget on the wooden bench that you're so uncomfortably sitting on. You cross your legs, only to look at them, and notice how it looks like you have to go to the bathroom. So you uncross them, only to find that it makes you seem too casual.
So, you just sit criss-cross (apple-sauce), with your dog in your lap. He finally reaches you, sits down, and says, "I'm Danny. Danny Robbins."
You shake his hand that's held out, and say, "You can call me Kristen."
"I don't get a last name?" He asks with a semi-pout.
Hesitating, you take in a breath. "Kristen Gregory."
"Well, Kristen Gregory, I like your eyes."
And that's when you fell. For him.
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You see him in the hall on Monday. A big group of guys is huddled around him, and a crowd of girls were about seven feet away, watching his every move.
Danny Robbins' first day, and everyone's liking him already.
Of course, you liked him before they ever did.
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It took him two minutes to see you. Two minutes for him to say, "Kristen Gregory! I know you! Come, come, let's talk!"
So you ignore the envious looks from girls and walk out of the building with Danny.
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You've now known him for two months.
And it was a Tuesday. The same day that you met Danny. You've noted the signs he was giving off, and you decided that today was the day that you would finally ask out Danny Robbins.
Except come lunch time, your plans were painfully demolished. You set your lunch tray next to his, and plop down next to him.
Except he's chatting it up with another girl; Layne Abeley, the ever so brave one. With obvious interest in her eyes, she asks, "Do you have a girlfriend, Danny?"
That's when, boom! You realize that you hadn't even asked him that. You watch him curiously, drinking your lemonade, and as you see him shake his head, pure ecstasy fills your heart. But then Layne says,
"I can always change that, y'know," and she gives such a seductive grin that you feel like slapping it off her make-up clad face.
But then he smiles; smiles big. And then he says, "Yeah, I guess so. So it's a date then, this Friday? Westchester Park?"
Layne nods ever so slowly, stands up, and says, "See you then, Danny. I can't wait."
You feel Danny's eyes on you, so you lift your head (which you haven't even noticed had been down), and make your bluish-gray-ish eyes meet his green ones.
"Are you okay, Kristen?" He asks, and his concerned voice fills your head.
But you're really not okay. Not in any sense.
Because the one boy you've ever loved doesn't love you back, and that feeling doesn't feel so great.
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Suckish. This was all a big pile of crap. I just felt like writing something. Don't shoot me, please.