As I scrolled through his instagram posts, my love for him grew deeper and deeper each second. He doesn't even know I exist, and he goes to another school. I need to find a way to meet him. But that's pretty much going to be impossible without it being awkward and making me look like a stalker. Oh well, I will just have to live with not knowing him.
Stretching, as I woke up, to see a boy's face in my window. My blurry vision limited me from identifying who the face belonged to. I didn't know what to feel. Am I hot? Is that why he's looking at my through my window? Just as my vision clears up, he's gone. Who could he have been.
As I get on with my perfect morning routine, I keep seeing someone look through my windows. I'm kinda creeped out now. As is step outside, a boys face comes 1cm away from mine. I immediately realise who it is. My hotty. George my perfect sexy soulmate.
"I know you've been stalking me." He states, full of confidence, which is part of the reason why I'm in love with him.
"W-w w what are you talking about?" I try to lie.
He shook his head with a sigh, then he put his arm on my belly.
"Belly dance! Now!" He said, expectantly
"Ok my king, I shall serve you"
As I belly dance he whistles are nods his head. Then I stop and look him in the eyes. "George you are the love of my life." I say nervously.
"I know" he says back in return. I try to hide my dissatisfaction, but he notices and says, "don't worry, I love you too."
