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It all started when I decided to keep a journal. Somewhat of a science journal, y'know? To record your findings of things and stuff. But it had a bunch of doodles of animals and things in it, so it wasn't really a science journal.
It was one of those Composition notebooks, with a green-and-black cover and "Wybie" written in that little box. I thought it was pretty cool.
I'd go in the woods, like I always do, and write stuff down. Landmarks that I know, animals that I found by the creek, or…people. One specific person to be exact.
Coraline Jones.
I call her Jonesy. It's like her last name, only with the "y". Anyway, I was walking around the woods one day and I spotted a bob of blue hair. It's easy to spot blue in the woods. So, I followed her for a bit. Followed. Not stalked. I'm not a stalker, no matter what Jonesy says.
But I did follow her, sneaking and hiding behind one of the many trees that covered the woods. She was…Interesting to watch. One minute she'd be balancing on an old log and the next she'd be examining a frog she had caught.
I know this is gonna sound creepy but…I kinda wrote everything she did down. Don't judge me. I even drew a few doodles of her...I think they were pretty good.
Okay okay, confession time.
I have a crush on Coraline Jones.
I don't know when I developed a crush on her. It just sorta…happened. After the whole "Other World" incident, we became friends. Best friends.
I've honestly never had a…best friend before. There was never anyone around to actually be my friend. Besides the cat, if that counts. Now though…I have a best friend! It's awkward at times…probably because I don't really know how to be a best friend.
Once again, don't judge a book by its cover.
Now that we're friends, I guess I took a liking to her. She is really pretty; I have to admit. With her blue hair and her raincoat…Ugh. I can't believe I'm this lovestruck. I never even liked love! It's disgusting! Making out and everything…Ew. E.W.
Jonesy isn't all for love either. She despises Valentine's Day. I do too though…It's just a day created by the candy factories so they can make a few extra bucks selling all those candy hearts and stuff.
But, since I've fallen for a girl with blue hair, I've been writing love letters to her. I never gave them to her, I keep 'em in my journal.
Maybe one day I'll man up enough and actually give her one. But for now I'm stuck with writing and keeping them to myself.
Hmm…I think there's a big gap in my explanation of these "love letters…"
I think you should just observe a day in the life of a lovestruck boy named Wybie Lovat.
~*~
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Ughhh…" I mumbled as I quickly hit the "snooze" button on my alarm. It's too early…
I yawned and stretched, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. What happened to the weekend? Why does it have to go by so fast?
I hate Mondays...I thought, as I got ready for school. My gray uniform was as boring and depressing as depressing and boring can get. Gray pants with a boring white shirt with an even more boring gray jacket.
The gray matched the weather outside. I glanced out the window as I pulled on my jacket. Gray, gray gray. I sighed. What a Monday.
The call of "Wybourne, breakfast!" snapped me out of my thoughts. I made my way downstairs and into the old, tiled kitchen, where my gramma was cooking at the stove. I sniffed the air; it smelled like bacon and eggs. I licked my lips hungrily and sat down at the kitchen table.
"Morning gram." I said, smiling at her.
"Good morning Wybourne," She smiled back and set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad Monday after all. I grinned and started eating my breakfast, thankful that gramma was a good cook.
When I was halfway through my eggs, I looked at the clock on the wall. I was gonna be late! Oh man… Gulping down my chocolate milk, I ran upstairs and slung my backpack over my shoulder, grabbed my journal from the bedside table, zoomed back downstairs and said goodbye to grandma.
"Love you." I mumbled quickly, lightly kissing her forehead.
"I love you too, Wybourne," Gramma smiled. "Have a good day!"
"Thanks Gramma!" I called as I raced out the front door and quickly down the road.
I finally made it to the bus stop, relieved that Jonesy was still standing there. I couldn't ride my bike to school. It was broken, due to a now very smashed rosebush and a popped tire. I've been meaning to fix it, just been short on time.
Okay, so I may have been spending most of my free time writing those "love letters" to Jonesy, but that doesn't mean anything! I've had a lot of homework too.
"H…Hey Jonesy!" I panted, walking up to said girl, who was standing in her own boring gray school outfit. The only thing that wasn't gray was her gloves…Oh man! I stuck my hands out, and my skeleton gloves weren't covering them
I sighed. I'd never make it to my house and back before the bus came. What a Monday...
Coraline raised an eyebrow at my sudden change in mood. "Hey Why-Were-You-Born," She greeted anyway. "…What's wrong?"
"My gloves! I was kind of in a hurry this morning and…forgot 'em..." I sighed again and adjusted my backpack on my shoulder.
"Oh…That…Sucks." Coraline said awkwardly. Always the awkward. That's the way it usually was. At first.
I shrugged.
"It's okay, I guess. They don't really help my handwriting anyway."
Jonesy snorted. "Your handwriting is horrible Wybie."
"Hey!" I protested. "It's not my fault I'm a lefty." I wrote with my left hand, and that made my handwriting sloppier than what it would've been if I didn't write with it.
"Yeah well, you still need to at least try to write neater."
"Neverrr!" I called, and she laughed. I smiled. I could make Jonesy laugh even when she was in a bad mood.
Just then, the long, yellow school bus came screeching up to us, and we hopped on. I sat by the window, and Jonesy sat beside me. To pass the time, I pulled out my journal.
It was just a green-and-black-striped Composition notebook that I write stuff about the woods in. Along with some doodles and lately, some unsent love notes to Jonesy.
I've written at least three by now, and none of 'em have reached her. I'm hoping they never will until I want them to. Grabbing a pencil from my backpack, I opened up the journal and started to write when Coraline wasn't looking.
Dear Jonesy,
That's how they always started. Dear Jonesy. I've never written Dear Coraline. I don't really know why. I just think dear Jonesy sounds better. Anyway, here's what I started off with:
Dear Jonesy,
I hate love with all of my being. I swear. I think love is disgusting. But, I just so happen to be in love. Figures.
And the person I'm in love with is you.
"What'cha writin' Wybourne?"
I jumped and slammed my journal shut. "N-nothing!" I stammered. "Just some extra notes for science that was due today."
"Hmm…" Jonesy looked suspicious for a moment. "Okay then…" She turned back talk to a blonde girl who was sitting across from us. I think her name was Lindsey.
I couldn't risk Jonesy finding out about my "notes", so I tucked my journal and pencil away and stared out the bus's window. It had started to rain and I watched the little drops of water roll down the window.
School hadn't even started yet and I already wished it was over.
