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My cliché love story
It was a bright, sunny day of May and I sat, daydreaming in my Thursday math class, unintentionally gazing at my crush. He sat only a table to my left and was seemed to be paying much attention to what our math teacher was blabbering on about. I had blocked out Ms Keller’s gibberish about how we should find her ‘X’ and stuff.
Who gives a shit about where your ex went?
Instead, her voice had faded away and had been drowned out by the sound of chirping birds as I stared at his perfect dark-blond hair. I loved the way it curled perfectly at the end. I could only see half of his face from where I sat but perfection was drawn out all over it. Until he turned his head and looked in my direction. We caught eye contact for a second or two and I turned my gaze. A second or two of perfection and I felt my body fly into a galaxy years and years away.
If only that sort of movie moment existed, it would truly be perfection. Puh-lease. My life isn’t nearly so excitingly dramatic…
My old and dilapidated piece of metal junk with a motor had broken down- in the pouring rain. My phone’s battery had gone dead and the streets were deserted since people tend to stay indoors when it’s raining so there was no one to help me.
Just my luck.
I guess that’s what you get for… for…
For what?
I hadn’t done anything wrong to anyone. Or simply: I hadn’t done anything wrong. God couldn’t possibly be punishing me. I was cold and exhausted after my football practice with the other girls on my team and all I wanted was someone to help me with my car…or take me home. Either one was fine, as long as I could get home- safe, sound and warm.
I thought about James. I knew around that time he was at his guitar practice. Not that I stalked him or anything, I just knew a lot of things about him, that’s all. I knew that he worked at one of the local coffee bars, that he played basketball with his brother and cousin, that he really wanted to go to Brown University , that he…
I think I fell asleep because I was woken up by the sound of knocking. I got my head up from the steering wheel and looked at the blurred face behind my car window. The face looked familiar through the vapour on the window and my heart pounded. I could seriously feel it contracting and releasing in my rib cage. I rolled down the window, revealing…
Cameron?
“Hey Kitten! Fancy finding you here!” Cameron, my best friend, had come to my rescue! I knew I could always count on him. “Come on, let’s get you home.” I grabbed my sports bag, my school bag and cars keys and got out of the car.
Cameron and I ran to his car- parked on the other side of the road- and got inside, and out of the rain.
“Ah! Thank you so much, Cam!” With my head back and eyes closed, I said relieved.
“Don’t mention it, Kitten. “ He said quietly. I was surprised because he would usually (not that he always had to get me of problems) say something like: “You owe me!” But I was too tired to say anything about it.
“Home?”
“Where else?”
“I dunno…the coffee bar?” He said, trying to make fun of me because I often did like to go there for obvious reasons.
“Shut up and take me home.”
The rest of the ride was silent. The silence was probably caused by me since I was so tired to bring out some words, but Cameron understood. He just drove.
When we arrived in front of my house, I told him to come inside as usual when he had to drop me home but he decided not to/
“Why?”
“Kitten, you’re not the only tired one!”
I punched him. Why? I have no idea. We just sat there looking at each other. Nothing different about that. We could do that for ages- just looking at each other without saying anything and we’ll just start nodding and giggling. But this time, I felt something. Something…warm
“You’re awesome.”
“Why thank you, Kitten!”
“No, really, I don’t think I say it enough. You really are awesome.”
Again that staring-into-each-others-eyes-thing. It must’ve lasted about six minutes. The rain was still falling noisily and heavily. I bit my bottom lip and turned my eyes away from Cameron.
I knew my life was such a typical and utter cliché but I hadn’t seen this one coming. This was a whole new movie scene.
The guy at the driving wheel was not supposed to be my best friend- it was supposed to be my crush! And the guy who had placed such a warm and tender kiss on my lips wasn’t meant to be Cameron. It was meant to be James.
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