Relaxed and free of any other classwork, I peer over at him. He's sitting at his desk, quietly reading whatever novel interested him. This gives me the perfect opportunity to gaze at him, admiring every little physical quality that he held. Hm, where to start? There were those precious sapphire eyes that I had no doubt sparkled at just the right angle of light to compliment his golden locks. I personally didn't know that genetics could create such a vivid color. Or maybe it wasn't genetics, I muse as I look up. Maybe it was The Big Man? As I laugh quietly to myself, I ponder again what makes this darling kid so darn delectable. It could also be that sweet face of his. He didn't look "manly", like most of the guys here. Not to say that he hasn't hit all of those necessities of puberty, he just doesn't... What am I trying to say? Oh, I'll be blunt: he's really girly-looking. Does that make me a straight in denial? Possibly. But I'm pretty sure with those pouty lips, aforementioned blue eyes, and girlish figure, he could make any man question their sexuality. And I have the luck to have him in my Gym class! (Let the angels sing!) There's nothing more I can attest to without going in great detail of how darling this kid is. Man, I must have done something good; I got one of His lovely angels to stare at all day long. Or, maybe I did something not-so-good, because all I can do is stare. How depressing. But I digress.

Whoa, did he just break his pencil? Did he catch me staring at him? I better look away.

Of course, I couldn't forget about this kid's sardonic attitude. He's a real firecracker. It's completely ironic, if you ask me. A pretty face with a sly smile doesn't seem quite right. But he'd be terribly uninteresting if his looks were accompanied by sweet, loving, and innocent behavior. Although, he's not the type who knows he's a looker and flaunts it, morphing his personality as a result; I think he was just born with a scowl. But, that's all right; angels aren't supposed to be perfect. His grins, they're always sarcastic, not really happy smiles. I know he has one; I just have to be quick enough. I bet he's one to play hard to get. That's perfect; I like a challenge.

Xenophobia is the correct term: a fear of strangers. I don't know if it's diagnostically true, but he has it to some degree. But he didn't seem to mind when I was introduced to him. It was the opposite of how he acted on the first day of school--he did look a bit on edge. 'Had we known each other previously', I'd been asked. I don't think so. Granted, I wish I could've have known him earlier. Aside from that introduction, and a few hellos at social events, I haven't really interacted with him. I have eavesdropped on conversations with his friends, so that gives me a bit of insight. It's not a strenuous task, listening in on the group's conversations; he, along with his friends, is quite loud. It's also quite strange; he seems like a quiet kid. Excellent; expected is boring.

All of my obsessing reminds me of a guy I did a report on. He was a poet- his main source of his inspiration was from a lady he didn't even know. Yet, here he was, continuously shelling out poem after poem after poem-- all for this stranger that he "loved." Am I the same way? Fantasizing and pouring my adoration into this guy I don't even associate with? Albeit, I'm not going so far as to write poetry or create beautiful pieces of artwork in his likeliness; that'd just be bizarre. No, I think I'll always think fondly of him, catching a glimpse of him whenever I can. It's all I can do for now, I suppose.

Still, he is pretty cute.

xx

As I sit here, reading my really dull novel that was required for a class, I really want something else to look at. Perhaps I'll take a gander at the object of my affection, see how he's doing. I see him staring out into space, his mind concentrated on other things. His usual playful smirk was nowhere to be found; he looks relaxed; and he appears as if he hadn't a care in the world. I like this version. He seems... serene- really odd from his regular attitude. I wonder what he's thinking. (Okay, enough staring.) Wait--I'll look again--was he staring at me? Nah. Him? Mr. Popularity? The guy who has his pick of any girl in the whole entire world staring at the quiet kid next to the window? Wishful thinking. This crazy infatuation has gotten me to hallucinate. He's that one guy who seems to have everyone gravitate towards him without any effort on his part. Which is what makes him out of my reach. But, it isn't all bad; it makes him a friendly guy. And I like friendly guys. Just not that friendly. I swear, sometimes I get so angry and so jealous (why can't I have him pay attention to me?) that I just...

My pencil! Man... A-anyways!

Xerocopy--let me explain. If you take everyone's silhouette and compared them to others, you won't find much difference. You can't tell anyone apart. I mean, where can you find someone unique these days? And that's where he comes in. His hair--how to describe it? It's probably not his real hair color. I mean, no redhead is actually a redhead. But it's certainly different, I'll give him that. It also defies gravity, but if you look at mine, it's not that rare. There's something we have in common. (Yes, and it'll make lovely conversation.) But it's not just his hair that makes him so--oh, what's the word?--"good-looking." He's got these smoldering green eyes, ah! what I wouldn't give to stare at those for a couple of hours. And I'll be coy when I describe his body: "nice" abs, "good" legs, and a "swell" figure. Oh, and how do I know this? Locker rooms--simple as that.

Enough! For at least a year, I've been idolizing, adoring, "loving" this man. I'm no different than the other girls (or guys?) who have a fascination with this guy, but, dammit, this sucks! "Unrequited love" is for those who don't have a pair, I say! High school's only so long; how stupid of me to waste just pining for someone. And, besides, if he declines (and hopefully his oh-so wonderful personality will enable him to not be a snitch), what's a little rejection? It "builds character." And he doesn't have a girlfriend, so I still have a chance, right? Wait, what am I saying? Am I actually thinking about asking him? Well, yeah. I mean, I don't want to live, wondering "what if?". Who knows--he could be my "one true love" and we'd then live happily ever after. That's always a possibility... right?

Lady Luck, don't screw me over... Oh, fine, please?

xx

The bell sounded and the students filed out of class, including Axel. As he shuffled his books into his arms, he was met with the blond he had been thinking about. He had a frustrated look on his face and a blush that the redhead believed to be out of anger. Had he caught him staring?

"Look, man, it's not what it looks like, I--"

"Shut up."

Axel shut up. Which was quite amusing, seeing as how he was looking quite intimidated by someone two years his junior.

"Listen," Roxas' head was facing the floor, his face still twisted into an embarrassed scowl, "I-I know we don't really know each other, but," he raised his head, looking at Axel's kelly-green eyes. Roxas found himself faltering.

'Oh no. Those eyes...'

"Roxas?" Axel spoke. "Do you wanna go out sometime?"

A/N: lol wut
I know, I know, CP hasn't updated since April(!? OMG). But, do not worry! I just have to get "J" done & I'll have all the chapters to "K" finished and ready to read. (Does that sentence make any sense?)