Wild World-Cat Stevens
(Hey, look, I'm back! Woohoo! *imaginary applause* Yes, yes, thank you, no flash photography. Anyway, most of you, you'll find, will look up this song and find you've heard the chorus before, somewhere. It's somewhat of a classic, I suppose, so that kind of reaction is not abnormal. I WANT NO COMMENTS ON HOW AWFUL THE SONG IS! Listen; keep your putrid complaints to yourself. If you have a story about how you love the song because… I will accept it, even encourage it. So please look up the song, if you enjoy this story, and I have a songfic from the point of view of Phineas on this song if you wanna check that out. Hint hint, wink wink. Anyway, off with my ranting and onwards with the chappie!)
Isabella could feel her throat closing. Stupid Cinnamon. Stupid Cinnamon with her long red hair and huge blue eyes. Well, she really wasn't stupid, if Isabella were to use an exact definition, but rather somewhat of a genius, ergo her "friendship" with Phineas.
They had met in Gifted class, in which Isabella was included, but she mostly hung to the back, talking to her redheaded crush often but no one else. Phineas, on the other hand, was in his element, rushing around and spilling things on people who didn't get irritated for some odd reason. Cinnamon had commented that they were "twins" with their blue eyes and red hair, and he had eagerly pounced upon this conversation starter, partnering with her and remaining with her until the end of class, in which Isabella was in a foul mood for the remainder.
How? It was, as expected, the first question on her mind. Anyone could tell that they were more than friends, it was impossible, nearly, to say otherwise, in fact. She had loved him, worshiped him for years, and all of the sudden his type is a red haired….ugh. She couldn't compete with that, and she knew in the bottom of her heart that she didn't want to.
All she wanted was for him to be happy.
(Anyway, as a random question, is anyone named Ethan? It's my crush's name. 3