I wrote a story last night
{when I was supposed to be sleeping}.
I sorta based it on some stuff that has happened to me.
But most of it I made up.
Josh. My crush I have liked him ever since I met him. How could I not? He's smart, athletic, funny and cute. A lot of girls liked him though. I knew I had no chance.
I liked him so much, whenever I went by his house, I hoped he was outside. He never was.
One day, I felt like I had to let Josh know how I felt. So I sent him an email, knowing he would get it soon. I never got one back. That week he didn't talk to me, not even at school. When he finally did start to talk, he acted like it never happened.
The summer went by and I didn't see him once. But I did think about him quite a bit. Then school started. He was going to a different highschool.
I couldn't take it! I went on MSN to see if any of my friends were on. Nope. But guess what? Josh was. I clicked his name and told him to meet me at the park in five minutes. We both lived close to it.
It was chilly so I threw on a black sweater over my jeans and tee. I headed to the park, leaves crunched under my feet. I had no idea what I was going to tell him. All I knew was I had to tell him something.
I got to the park and sat on a swing, wondering if he would show up at all. I rubbed my hands together for warmth. Suddenly I heard footsteps on gravel. I looked up and saw Josh. He looked cuter than I remembered. His dirty blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze. His brown eyes dark and warm. He had his hands in his dark jean pockets, and had a long sleeve shirt. Josh sat on the next swing. "Hey," He said. His soft voice rang in my ears.
"Hi," I muttered and ran my hand along my sleeve.
Josh looked at me. "Why did you want me to meet you here?" He asked.
I breathed in the crisp autumn air, confused on why I was even doing this.
"Because," I started. Even Josh looked a little confused. "Because I have to tell you something I have wanted to tell you for a while"
"Sure" Josh replied, pushing off the ground and swinging back. As he swung forward he added, "Shoot"
"Ever, ever since I met you in grade 7 I had a crush on you. I couldn't keep you out of my mind. But you were different when you were around your friends. You broke up with your girlfriend, to go out with her best friend! And when I told you I liked you, you ignored me," I told him.
Josh stopped swinging. His brown eyes searching mine. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but closed.
"Then," I continued. "You boasted infront of all your friends about how every girl would go out with you, if you asked them. That's when I began to doubt me liking you at all. I realized I didn't like you. I loved you. No matter what you did, whos heart you broke, I knew you were the one."
I stood up off the swing and leaned against a poll. Josh didn't move.
"Do.. do you still love me?" He asked me.
I looked away, unsure of the answer. "Yes." I said quietly. "No."
"Why not?" He asked and stood up. Josh placed his hand on my shoulder and I turned around.
I had tears in my eyes, but didn't wipe them away. "Because Josh! Your a b*****d!"
I had suddenly become angry. I closed my eyes. I couldn't believe I just said that. Words were flowing out of my mouth un-controlably. I opened them again.
Josh put his arm around my waist and leaned in to kiss me. I leaned in too, but quickly drew away.
"I can't Josh," I whispered. "I can't let you brake my heart." Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I turned and began walking away.
I couldn't stop the tears now. I let out a quiet sob. Thoughts were whizzing through my head. "Why didn't I kiss him?" "What the hell just happened??"
When I got to my street a familier confort invaded me. I slowed my pace. A warm hand grabbed my arm. I spun around, thinking it was some punks. Instead I met Josh's lips. He was kissing me. And I felt myself kissing back. He draw away slowly and whispered in my ear, "I love you".
{when I was supposed to be sleeping}.
I sorta based it on some stuff that has happened to me.
But most of it I made up.
Josh. My crush I have liked him ever since I met him. How could I not? He's smart, athletic, funny and cute. A lot of girls liked him though. I knew I had no chance.
I liked him so much, whenever I went by his house, I hoped he was outside. He never was.
One day, I felt like I had to let Josh know how I felt. So I sent him an email, knowing he would get it soon. I never got one back. That week he didn't talk to me, not even at school. When he finally did start to talk, he acted like it never happened.
The summer went by and I didn't see him once. But I did think about him quite a bit. Then school started. He was going to a different highschool.
I couldn't take it! I went on MSN to see if any of my friends were on. Nope. But guess what? Josh was. I clicked his name and told him to meet me at the park in five minutes. We both lived close to it.
It was chilly so I threw on a black sweater over my jeans and tee. I headed to the park, leaves crunched under my feet. I had no idea what I was going to tell him. All I knew was I had to tell him something.
I got to the park and sat on a swing, wondering if he would show up at all. I rubbed my hands together for warmth. Suddenly I heard footsteps on gravel. I looked up and saw Josh. He looked cuter than I remembered. His dirty blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze. His brown eyes dark and warm. He had his hands in his dark jean pockets, and had a long sleeve shirt. Josh sat on the next swing. "Hey," He said. His soft voice rang in my ears.
"Hi," I muttered and ran my hand along my sleeve.
Josh looked at me. "Why did you want me to meet you here?" He asked.
I breathed in the crisp autumn air, confused on why I was even doing this.
"Because," I started. Even Josh looked a little confused. "Because I have to tell you something I have wanted to tell you for a while"
"Sure" Josh replied, pushing off the ground and swinging back. As he swung forward he added, "Shoot"
"Ever, ever since I met you in grade 7 I had a crush on you. I couldn't keep you out of my mind. But you were different when you were around your friends. You broke up with your girlfriend, to go out with her best friend! And when I told you I liked you, you ignored me," I told him.
Josh stopped swinging. His brown eyes searching mine. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but closed.
"Then," I continued. "You boasted infront of all your friends about how every girl would go out with you, if you asked them. That's when I began to doubt me liking you at all. I realized I didn't like you. I loved you. No matter what you did, whos heart you broke, I knew you were the one."
I stood up off the swing and leaned against a poll. Josh didn't move.
"Do.. do you still love me?" He asked me.
I looked away, unsure of the answer. "Yes." I said quietly. "No."
"Why not?" He asked and stood up. Josh placed his hand on my shoulder and I turned around.
I had tears in my eyes, but didn't wipe them away. "Because Josh! Your a b*****d!"
I had suddenly become angry. I closed my eyes. I couldn't believe I just said that. Words were flowing out of my mouth un-controlably. I opened them again.
Josh put his arm around my waist and leaned in to kiss me. I leaned in too, but quickly drew away.
"I can't Josh," I whispered. "I can't let you brake my heart." Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I turned and began walking away.
I couldn't stop the tears now. I let out a quiet sob. Thoughts were whizzing through my head. "Why didn't I kiss him?" "What the hell just happened??"
When I got to my street a familier confort invaded me. I slowed my pace. A warm hand grabbed my arm. I spun around, thinking it was some punks. Instead I met Josh's lips. He was kissing me. And I felt myself kissing back. He draw away slowly and whispered in my ear, "I love you".
