i don't own it people.
A/N: this is ficlet series, and most likely will make NO sense. i apologize in advance for any confusion and/or anger induced in any readers. but, R&R plz.
Ficlet Title:
MAKING MOVES IS HARD TO DO
I can't stand being so near you every day.
You taunt mercilessly, but discreetly, so discreetly. Sometimes I'm certain it's accidental, but then you pull something like this.
The way you drop your pencil in the aisle, then reach for it when you know I'll get it anyway.
The way your shirt slips down so slightly but just enough for me to see what you're wearing beneath it.
The way you always, always trip and land in my lap every single day. I know you do it on purpose. Somehow you do it on purpose because there is no way in hell you manage to do that by mistake.
The way you twirl your hair all throughout History then expect to copy my notes after school. And somehow I end up writing your copy myself.
It's pathetic really. The way you have such control over me, and make so little effort the whole time.
The way I can't bring myself to ask you such a simple question. Apprehension fills me; I know its stupid, but as much I as want our relationship to change, I want it to stay the same.
Is it just me, or do you always purposely stand in the exact spot that will let the light just wash gently across your face.
Eriol and Tomoyo know-have for almost as long as I have and they won't let me rest. I'm well aware of their little schemes, but you--you've remained so blissfully ignorant to the whole thing. Its amazing, but if it weren't for your grades I'd think you were just plain stupid.
Your eyes, so coy and innocent at the same time. Come on, how is that even possible? Forest green, emerald, i can hardly tell anymore. Is it even normal to be coquettish and demure at the same?
Its driving me insane!
The faint scent of cherries that lingers in the air around you. The graceful way you move-and trip. The amiable, yet sanguine melody of your voice. The gentle sway of your hips. The sweet curve of your lips.
Torture has never been so sweet, so inticing, so damn near irresistible.
I hate every minute.
I love every second.
Its so unlike me to be unsure, but just a look from you can make me twice as clumsy as you are.
Whoever said making moves was hard to do, surely wasn't lying.