I own nothing.

Helga

I'm not mean. Just shy. I hide behind anger and regret. Sometimes I hope he hears me. Sometimes I hope he sees that stupid smile on my face. But a larger part of me is glad he never does. I'm scared he will reject me when he sees who I am inside. I've snuck into his house more times than I can count. I've written love letter after love letter that I will never send. I push him and yell at him to hide who I am. For some reason, he hasn't given up on me. Sometimes, I think I'm not worth the time it takes to get angry. I know if the situations were reversed I would doubt there was good even left in him. I'm looking at him now, but he doesn't see me. I don't think he will ever see me the way I want him to, but I can't stop now. I've spent too much time hoping to stop right now. I'm not mean just shy.

Arnie

I see her all the time, yet she won't talk to me. I'm just his weird cousin. The guy no one bothers to be friends with. I like reading ingredients and I want to read her poems, but she doesn't know I know that they exist. My heart breaks a little with each moment I hope for her to see me, but I leave today. I keep looking at her and her red headed opposite and wonder, why is he always making the right choices for others but the wrong one's for himself.

Lila

I keep looking at him. He broke my heart, but I can't stop. He lives so far away and I find his lack of personality so interesting. I know there is more behind it. I want to know what he is hiding. Why he doesn't speak about emotions, but he just keeps looking at her. Will he ever turn around. I watch his cousin fall for me, but I don't want to. She deserves the one who ignores her heart, but isn't that how we all feel. We go after the one that will never go after us. It is ever so sad to see hearts breaking in a line that never ends. I wish he hadn't turned around and saw what could have been, because now that's all I can do. I stepped back and let her go after who she wanted, yet I was left alone.

Arnold

She sits there with a smile so perfect it makes flowers bloom, yet she will never look at me. She always wears her braids and green skirt. It looks great on her. She stays in touch with a place she ma never see again, yet she looks at him. The boy from the country like her. They would have so much fun together, but I've waited too long to give up now. I wish she would just turn around. I wonder if she ever heard. Me would she think I'm crazy? I walk away from the corner and head home. I tuner around and hear, "move it Football Head!" Why can't she just be nice? I know she can be nice somewhere deep inside. I look back at the red head and blonde and wonder, when will the cycle end?

Bonus: Brainy

I see her always talking about him. He is so perfect. She would give him the moon and the stars if he asked, yet I can't given get her to give me the time of day. I always keep a pair of spare glasses on me. I'm so use to her breaking mine. I want to talk to her, tell her how I feel, but I can't even speak. I just breath and she gets angry. If I could tell her how I feel, I wouldn't take the chance. If I could speak clearly for one moment, I would tell her to tell him how she feels. It would be worth all the heartbreak just to see the smile he gives her in the sunlight were it belongs, yet here it is again, in the dark. I wish I could tell her how much I love her poetry. I wish I could hear it without hoping it would someday be about me.