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He first saw her when they were young teens, and he instantly knew she was something. She had the most beautiful smile and the most vibrant colored hair he ever saw in his life. Call him cheesy, but he fell for her, hard. He made a spectacle that day but he got to see her laugh. That moment was the start of their friendship. He never did dwell much longer on his feelings for her ever since their friendship grew deeper. He didn't want to lose his bond with her.

But as he glanced at his pink-haired friend, he felt something stirring in his heart. He shrugged when she asked what was wrong. She was always a worrier. She often hid it in her brute ways but it was always prominent in her personality.

She was harsh yet kind. A girl who tries her hardest to protect her heart but still insists on wearing it on her sleeve. A person who forgives too easily and remembers all too well.

She was... confusing? No, not confusing. She was just- her.

She was being herself.

He was taken away from his thoughts when heard shuffling and was surprised to see her so close to him. His blue eyes widened and the boy stared at her for a while, the remnants of his thoughts still plaguing his mind.

She asked him what was wrong.

He shook his head and grinned at her and said he was fine. To cover up, he told her a story that he knew would have her laughing until her sides hurt. He saw suspicion in her green eyes for a moment but he ignored it and continued his story telling.

He had her laughing by the end of it and, as he glanced at his watch, he knew it was the time to say goodbye. He offered her his famous grin and energetically waved goodbye to her, practically shouting his goodbye. She laughed and lightly punched him on his shoulder, telling him to quiet down. He saw worry in her eyes and he smiled at her. Not his usual goofy grin but a small upturn of his lips which conveyed warmth (and perhaps, a feeling he chose to ignore) and reassurance. That there was nothing to worry about.

She nodded, waved goodbye to him, and walked away.

He watched her until her figure was just a blur in the distance.

He sighed and wiped his hands on his jacket.

"My palms are sweating and I can feel my heart racing, I wonder?" He murmured to himself.

Who was he kidding? He knew exactly what it was.

He sighed again. He lightly brought his hand to his chest and felt his heart beating fast. He looked up at the orange hued skies and felt gloomy. He thought that this feeling would greatly complicate things.

He thought that he could put this feeling at the back of his mind and ignore for as long as he needed too.

But he couldn't.

It was pretty stubborn.

He knew that this feeling was love. He had loved her once, and he still loves her. His attempt a burying his feelings failed and he knew exactly why, and as their friendship grew, his love for her also did. He was scared of her rejection, he really was and that was one of the reasons why he hid his feelings. He still is.

He pulled a strand of his blonde hair. Even if she rejected him, he would still continue to love her. He chuckled at his mushiness. He knew was being way out of character. It's still too early to mope about.

Only a dark haired grouch does that.

No scratch that- only an emo bastard does.

He closed his eyes and chuckled silently (again, whats up with that? He could laugh as loud as he wants but still, its the idea of being as silent as he can is what propels him to do so. It gives atmosphere and a certain serious air around him. Odd, isn't it?). He missed that ice queen (king?) where-ever he may be.

'I wonder where this will take me? Man, why now of all times?'

He looked up at the sky again and laughed.

'Still, I wouldn't trade it for the world'


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