[Spy Guy]
He was watching her. She could tell. Not so much that she could see him, but she just knew he was there. She tensed up, and missed the next shot.
Miyagi Ryota sat in the bushes, gazing upon his beautiful Aya-chan practice her shots. He pined for her every basketball practice. She was so perfect, in every way… Ah! Inspiration came to one. Quietly he crept away home, to add another entry to his little notebook of love poems.
My Aya-chan
So beautiful art thee
With curly hair
Up to your…knee
Your sparking eyes
And with their vivid black irises
Remind me of
Beady eyes of…mices (Yes, the author knows there is no such word)
And shall I compare thee
To a spring afternoon? (Ryota is trying to be oR-I-GiN-aL!)
You are prettier by far
Enough to make me a…loon
You are so pretty
That tinkling laugh
Your lovely features
Like a…calf (Ha ha, calves are supposed to be real innocent like, so I supposed I could use it)
He sighed and leaned back in his chair. He missed her every second they were apart, Aya-chan… his Aya-chan, someday, he hoped. Hopefully someday soon…
[#] Yes, I do know that this is dead short, but I don't have the time to write more. Mid-year exams are up next, and it's my streaming into subjects' year. Sorry! [#]