she ( a gay love story )

chapter 1

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There's this girl. She's absolutely gorgeous. But not the kind of gorgeous that a girl usually is. This girl is like drop-dead-i-can't-believe-she's-real gorgeous. Her beauty is ineffable. She's downright lovely. She has these gorgeous green eyes that make you feel special if she so much as glances at you, and these perfect lips that just make you want to kiss her. Her voice is dulcet and sweet, like a chirp, or a flower. She doesn't speak much though, which is a shame. She mainly sits in the back of the class and draws the hell out of her notebook. I don't know what she draws. I guess no one does, she doesn't let anyone see her drawings or even touch her book. She's feathery. And lovely. She has dark blue navy nail polish chipped on her fingernails and these curls that won't stay down. She bites her lip a lot and she has so many freckles on her face, they're light but visible and so cute. She has long eyelashes and perfect eyebrows. Her everyday apparel consists of jeans and a big, baggy sweater. Normally the sweater is black, but on special days she wears a blue or a red sweater. She looks lovely in red. Her skin is dark but light, like a cappuccino. She's lovely.

I've never directly talked to her. I don't even think she knows I have nearly every class with her. My favourite class is language arts, she sits in the row next to me, and one seat up. Sometimes, only sometimes, I get a glance at that sacred notebook of hers, I've only seen a couple scratches though. Not a whole picture. I've been thinking lately of joining her at lunch, I mean I don't really have any friends to sit with. She always sits in the farthest corner of the lunchroom by herself, with a book and only an apple to eat. I've only thought of joining her though. I don't think I could ever actually go through with it, too many nerves and too much anxiety. I'm afraid she would tell me to go away or something like that. But maybe one day, if I have too much coffee, I'll have the nerve to go sit with her.

Another thing is you can always tell if she took a shower the night before because her curls will be especially curly and bouncy and everywhere, and she'll smell strongly of coconut. You can always tell if she cried the night before because she'll be especially sunshiny and happy at school, even though you can see the slight puffiness in her eyes. These are just things I've noticed. I watch her a lot. Not in a creepy way, more of in an I'm-interested-in-you-i-want-to-know-more kinda way. I've noticed a lot of things about her. Like how she makes faces at the books she reads. Or how she only eats red apples, not green ones. Small things. Little things. Every once in awhile I'll see her glance over at me. My heart starts to pound and I can feel the blush on the cheeks and I end up dropping something. Not  attractive. She's probably looking at me but not seeing me though. That's how it works a lot of the time. But still, those gorgeous green eyes could cast a spell on me. I think they already have