Most of you know that I don't really like stories about love, but you all do, and I've come to accept that. I figured that you might enjoy a story about my love life, but with a twist. My name will be Annie, and the guy I like's name will be Joey. I will take my feelings for him, and create a story about it. Most of this will be true, except for the names, and "Joey's" POV. I hope you like it. If you don't then I wont update it. I appriciate any comments/critasism that you have.
Annie's POV There he was. Just standing there with his friends. He looked so cute today, the way that his hair was kind of messy, and his clothes didn't really match. I loved the way that he didn't try so hard to popular, but he was anyway. Sometime's I wished that he would notice me. Almost everyone in my entire class knows I like him. Everyone, except him. I like it that way. If he found out I would pretty much die. Some of my friends tease me, and say that he will never like me, but I never give up hope. Please give me feedback!
Omg. Same with me. Most people at my school know who I like, and I doubt he knows it. Plus, he probably, hardly, notices me. Anyways. It sounds good.
Sorry i sent that without writting anything...anywho Joey's POV Today is a pretty good day for me. I didn't try to look good, but I still do anyway. I'm trying to impress this girl I like. I have a feeling she likes me to, but she's kind of hard to read, so I really don't know. Her name is Annie. We have been in the same class every year, sense first grade. She's not the hottest girl in the world, but she is kind of cute, and really funny. All my friends say I should ask her out, but I'm just not ready for that sort of relationship. I just want to get closer to her so we can hang out as just friends. After we get to know eachother I might take another step forward.
Rrrrriiiiinnngg! There goes the bell. I turn, to walk inside, but my legs wont move. He's right behind me now. My heart starts to flutter. Destiny gives that look, and I want to hit her, but I can't move my arms either. Just when I work up the courage to say hi to Joey, he knocks into me, and all my books fall on the ground. I expect him to help, an look me in the eyes, and kiss me, like one of those scenes from a movie. But...no, he just keeps on walking.