I walk faster in the school hallways to catch up to her. Her pretty smile greets her friends. She's chatting with her hands running through the air. Everything about her is so intriguing.
I admit, I watched Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and learned how to tszuj my hair. I don't get it, I'm the school's rock star bad boy, and I could get any girl I wanted… except she never even looks at me.
I need to impress her. I guess she doesn't know what she's missing. I don't think my friends would really like her. She's not what they'd think was my idea of a girlfriend. On the outside I'm shying away, laughing if they make fun of her. But on the inside I'm dying to say, "I can't stop thinking about her, I want her."
I walked over to one of her friends one day and flipped open my phone, "Hey can I have you number? And… uh, your friends' digits too?" her friend squeaked and quickly spouted off their numbers; I gave her mine and told her to spread it. Now every time my phone rings I hope it's her asking to hang out.
If she only knew me she'd see I'm unusual, not so typical, and that we were meant to be.
I finally got up my nerve and walked over to her and her friends.
"Hey." I smiled casually. One of her friends blushed and I turned my gaze to the girl I'm majorly crushing on and nodded my head towards her.
She raised an eyebrow, not too fazed by my presence like her peers, "Ya?"
I took a deep breath, "Wanna hang out some time?" She smiled shyly.
"That'd be cool," she stared into my eyes, making my heart skip a beat, "I'm Angel."
"Roger."
Short little thing about how cute Angel and Roger are. xD Teehee! It's both a curse and a blessing... or... whatevs. xD But I really love them together. :D Oh, this was inspired by a Hannah Montana song. 8D
Please enjoy. :D Much love, Muffy!!
