His blond hair swept over his forehead today, it wasn't in its usual quiff. I saw him look at me when I was observing him, he smiled at me and I blushed and turned back around to face the front.
"There once was a boy
who sat in the back
of my last period class.
He smiled a lot,
and laughed all day.
I think he is beautiful."
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Fanfiction"I thought he was beautiful." short story #89 fan fiction #110