( for the sake of simplicity for me , this is a straight ship, but can be done with any genders / sexualities !! ) tw: minor love interest , nothing that little kids can't read/watch. v v v I took a sharp inhale, the butterflies circling my stomach with the sensation of love. She was right there. To my right. So close I could smell her Bath and Body Works perfume, the one she always used. Pure Wonder. That smell was so... dreamy. Almost too good to be true. But it was true. You know, this swinging bench.. It was where my mom and dad met. And where my brother and his wife met. And my sister and her boyfriend. Somehow, this was my family's love bench... Which is why I chose here, this very spot. I wanted her to fall in love. With me. Forever. I wanted her to marry *me*. Her beautiful blonde hair blew perfectly in the zephyr. I had heard lots of girls in our school felt envious of her luscious locks. That blew perfectly in the wind. Her amber eyes were beautiful, they glittered with every ounce of character and affection that the beautiful girl next to me felt. Or, what I thought she felt. I had known her for years, you know. I've known her since the second grade. We're freshmen now. It's been so many years, I can't even remember all the memories we've made together. We weren't even friends - we just had to get along, because our families were best friends. And, well, eventually (let's say... seventh grade?) we started to get along. I didn't like her like this at first. But now, after two years of having her as a best friend? I craved for her to be my girl. I wanted her to see me like I saw her. She knew all about this bench. I'm surprised she agreed to sit here. Something about it made me hope that she *did* like me back, that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Which was a lot. A really, really lot. But I didn't really have the nerve to say it, so I wanted to motion it, try and make it clear instead. And I think I was doing a horrible job. She sat there so peacefully, watching the sun rise with seeming joy. "You know," she was nearly whispering, she was so quiet, "sometimes I really wish that you would just do it." Her shining, child-like eyes looked at me. My heart thumped in my chest, probably audible to her. "What are you referring to?" I asked, brushing my deep brunette hair back. I really was hoping I looked good. Really, really hoping. She gulped a little bit, and looked away. Then she looked back at me. "Make a move. Actually try and get me to be your girl/friend." she said simply, "Because I really see that you want to and I want to too, but you never asked, and I... well, I didn't think I would need to." she glanced away, licking her semi-chapped lips. I knew winter was approaching, she always struggled with chapped lips. "I..." I didn't know what to say. "I tried to tell you, sorta. I was nervous. Scared. You're the first girl I've liked since... Well, you know." I didn't wanna say her name. Not that awful girl I used to think I loved. "So it's hard. I don't want that to happen again. And I was scared, that you wouldn't like me." She chuckled a bit, placing her head on my shoulder. "I didn't say yes to you asking to sit on the love bench for no reason. I wanted to be here with you. I think it's our turn." she grabbed my hand, and went back to the sunrise. "Our turn for happiness."
TADA !!! afterschool snacks always get me thinking fr !! eating gets my wheels working >:00 but like .. this dynamic ?? DYNAMIC CONTEXT : v v so basically, it's the really just like mean-seeming girl who really no one *Likes*, but everyone talks to her and is just super chill with her, because they know it's her. And then the popular boy, who's been with about everyone, and still hasn't really found his love. They've known each other for years and years, but never really were fans of each other. until they started getting along. then they slowly started to fall in love, and now, well, here they are!! AHH !! if i had this dynamic i would love it uahgoaihgaog <33
