A boy, met a girl, like any story, the boy fell in love, and the girl thought she fell in love as well.
It's a typical Sunday night for me, I am doing all my homework at 11:30 pm. I frantically search things up, type things out, and filled out work sheets, and finally, I'm done. I push back on my chair, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. "Finally." I whisper to myself.
I cuddle up in my warm covers, my legs curl up beneath me. I am tired, uncontrollably tired, tired as in my eyes won't stay open. I close my eyes, awaiting sleep to take me. But there was one thing, I can't sleep, there is something on my mind, or should I say someone. The week before, a new boy joined the class, Louis. Louis... he was so, so Louis-y. Three days after I first layed eyes on him, he asked me out. Why me? Out of all of the girls, out of the smart ones, the pretty ones, the funny ones and the sporty ones. WHY ME??? Yes i liked him, but for some reason all i could do was freeze. He said those four words, it wasn't even a question, more of a demand. The more I thought about it the more appealing it became, having Louis there for me, he is emotional and i can't bare see him cry. And so it was decided, i would say yes. Now that is out of mind, sleep. sleep, sleep, sle- WHY CAN'T I SLEEP? I glare at my phone, it shines brightly in my eyes and as i adjust to it a wave of horror washes over my face. 3:30 am??? How could this be? Has thoghts of Louis really taken up all this time?
