Let a Miracle Happen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Crushing on a boy. ?

Submitted: October 16, 2010

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I hear my friend say to my other friend, \"He's cute right?\" I look up and see him walking by. My friend says, \"Hello,\" giving him a wave. He barely looks at her and mouth, \"Hi.\" But, I agree. He's cute.

It's 8th period. I'm chatting with my friend. I look over her shoulder and see him sitting at a desk, writing. The teacher comes by and talks to him. I tell me friend, \"Isn't he the one that you said hello to?\" My friend looks and says, \"Oh yeah.\" I smile and see him move to the desk the teacher has assigned him.

The next day, I stand outside early in the morning; waiting for the bus. Out of the corner of my eye I see a tall figure walking towards me. I was too shy to turn and meet eyes with the stranger. So, I stayed put. But from what I could see, this person was a guy. A cute, familiar guy. I wanted to say hi. But I'm too damn shy.

Later, I realized this cute stranger was the guy my friend had said hello to in the hall. The one in my 8th period class. I was pleased to notice he takes my bus. He lives near me.

When we made it to school and got off the bus, I walked slowly so he'd be near me. We walked almost next to each other; along with the rest of the students, but not talking. Why can't I stop being so insecure and just say hi? Talk to him! Ask him a question! Something, please! He's obviously new, since I saw him with his schedule in hand searching for his class. Maybe if I stay near him, he'll ask me where his class is! But, he doesn't. Why not? I know the school. I can help him. But he doesn't ask for help. Soon enough, he walked off to a different direction.

As time passed, I took note the times I see him. In the mornings at the bus stop, in the hallway after 6th period, our last class 8th period, and on the bus home. I always try to walk slow after 6th period, hoping we bump into each other when he rounds the corner. We're both of the same race. Something in common! After that class, we walk to the bus almost together. I always hope maybe, just maybe, we sit next to each other on the bus, considering how packed it is. I hope we get squeezed together in a seat. But so far, we haven't.

Sometimes I feel like he watches me, or steals glances at me. There was this one time after 8th period when he looked up. First he looks at my friend, then at me. We make eye contact. I was smiling when we made eye contact, for my friend had me laughing a second before. Of course, I was the first to look away; not wanting him to notice my ugliness.

My friends manage to find out that I like him. I didn't want nobody to know. I never want anyone to know who I like. But now they do. Maybe that's a good thing.

My God he's so cute. Fuck it, he's gorgeous. I stare at him during 8th period. I love how he's so quiet and does his work; unlike the other boys in school who are loud and obnoxious. On Thursday, I was with my friend in the car. We saw him walking on the sidewalk, bouncing a basketball. He was heading to the basketball courts. He likes basketball. Well I do too! Another thing in common.

I pray to God he notices me. I pray that he'll talk to me. I pray that we're paired up on a project for class. I pray that he'll like me back. I pray we'll be close friends; more than friends would be great. Something has to happen; a miracle. Please God, let a miracle happen.


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