Holy shit.
Did those words just escape his lips?
Was it this drink that was making me hear things?
He was smiling in a very cringy way, but it was kind of cute. I accepted it and smiled in return, deciding to look at my feet.
"Why me?" I responded breaking the awkward silence between us. " We never talked or hung out, we didn't even know each other" I did not have the slightest clue that he felt this way about me, let alone knew that I existed.
"Come on Olivia, surely you knew. Surely you knew that I saw you watching me. Everyday you would sit in your window and you fascinated me the way you longed to be outside. I noticed everything you did. I saw that you read books that described the outside when you couldn't take the cold. Don't think for a second Zee that I didn't watch you back." He replied tenaciously.
I swallowed hard. He knew I watched him? Yet more importantly, did he just say he watched me?
"The day I got kicked out, I knew you were watching. Me and that girl. I don't know what I was thinking then, but maybe I was hoping you would come out and confess your feelings to me. Maybe I did that to essentially make you jealous." He continued watching my facial expression remain unchanged since he first started talking. " Please say something?" He looked lost and I had to admit it made me feel happy that he felt a reliance on me. He was like an abandoned puppy that I just wanted to love and comfort, but he was waiting for a response.
Oh crap, a response. What do I say to that? How do I match that? I looked up into his light blue eyes that I could have sworn were brown. They were beautiful.
"Woah."
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a fortiori
Teen FictionA girl living with a disease that she try's not to give into. She lives life to the fullest (sort of) and boys from her past come back to her side, but why her? She's nothing special. Then she realizes something she never thought she would. They nee...
