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This Boy I Know

Short story By: Aniee
Travel



Dedicated to my favourite person in the world(:


Submitted:Feb 28, 2012    Reads: 51    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


I signed onto my facebook chat to see that I got a message from 'him'. My heart skipped a beat as I read his message. "Good morning beautiful, I'll see you after work." He wrote. I smiled at the message before closing my laptop down and falling back onto my bed and letting out a huge sigh. Life was literally great.

So here's the thing. There's this guy who lives not too far away, but far enough that I won't be able to see him for a while. He a little older than me, but he is such a darling - if you know what I mean. We talked for days and days until he finally racked up the nerve to ask me out, and as surprising as it seems, I said yes. Gosh, I know what you're thinking. "What's gonna happen now?" Well, the answer to that is I'm not too sure, actually I am not sure at all. But let's take this one day at a time shall we?

I raced out of my room and threw myself into the shower before applying strawberry shampoo into my long golden-blonde hair. The hotness of the water made my body melt, it felt so great. Afterwards I got out to get changed and go to school.

Not many people knew about this mysterious guy who I swear I am literally in love with, only a few friends who laughed when I told them that we were going long distance, they had no faith at all, I swear.

After school I signed onto skype and started video chat with him. He was nice, and as expected a lot different from other guys. He never asked for anything, y'know how guys are? We like to talk about really serious stuff, and hell when we get to it we can be talking for hours. He has the sweetest voice that is like music to my ears, and his smile; don't get me started. It's to die for.

I smiled silently to myself as I realised I still hadn't replied to him. I quickly typed the response of "Hey you." Into the chat box before clicking send and waiting for his response. It always started with the usual, "Hey, how are you? I'm good. That's good. So how was your day? Good." I know pretty boring eh? But then we actually get to the good stuff.

Like me; I always have something on my mind, or something that I need to complain to someone about, he doesn't seem to mind this at all. And that's what I love about him.

And even though we may live hours apart, one day we will meet; and when we do I will know my feelings for him are true.





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