A/N: I was actually in a good mood when I wrote this story. It's a little piece of fluff, just me talking about my grade 10 crush... The idea got to me suddenly, and I just had to write it.

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HOW DID I FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU?

How did I fall in love with you?

I don't know how, why, or when. I just know that I did.

It just happened suddenly, I guess. A feeling that crashed headlong into me one day.

To be honest, not so long ago I would never have thought that I would fall for you. In fact, if someone had told me that, I'd probably have laughed.

It's just… strange. I feel like I've known you all my life. But we met only four years ago, and then again I don't know so much about you.

I still remember when we first met. It was my first day of high school. We were in the same classes. You were so close to one of the girls in our classes that at first I thought you two were together. Turns out you're just childhood friends. You were so small back then, and yet you already looked adorable.

My friend fell for you that year. She talked about you all the time, and even almost sent you a love letter once, but chickened out in the end. At the time, I didn't know what she saw in you. That was in grade 7.

In grade 8, we weren't in the same classes anymore, and I kind of forgot about your existence, because we didn't see each other in hallways that much. Until that day in January, when the French teacher told us you'd broken your leg on a skiing activity with school. Looking back, I remember feeling bad for you. I've never got anything broken in my whole life, but for some reason I felt for you.

Fortunately now we can't even notice you've broken your leg until you tell them. Sure, sometimes you're slightly limping, but that's normal.

Then, grade 9 came. You were in my classes again, as well as most of my guy friends. It was your best friend that caught my eye. I was totally smitten with him, and I guess that in the process to get to know him more I got closer to you. Because that's when I noticed how cute you were, and how nice you could be under that whiney, a bit stupid attitude of yours. But those feelings didn't went further, for I was totally hung up on your best friends. I thought you were cute and nice, and that's the end of it. You were my crush's best friend, that's all.

Then he hurt me, said I didn't mean anything to him, and I ended up hating him for a while. I crushed on a guy who's now become one of my best friends, and he too rejected me - although more gently than the previous boy - and he ended up with my best girl friend.

I took some time off to heal my broken heart, then. It was summer holidays, so apart from a few close friends, I didn't see anyone from school, including you.

And then, the current year - grade 10 - came up. I went to school to get my books with a couple friends, and you showed up. Oh God! How much did you change in two months! You grew an inch or two, you got rid of those glasses who hid your beautiful eyes and you let your hair grow a little. If before you were cute and adorable, now, as your childhood friend puts it, you are handsome! Although I prefer the term HOT.

I crushed again on your best friend, for a couple months, but when I finally gave up on him for good, I realized that you had taken his place in my heart for a while already.

When I think that last year I didn't even know your eyes were blue! Now I can't live without seeing them.

Plus, we have so much in common that it's sometimes scary. Like that we both keep whining and complaining about everything and that annoys our friends to the highest point…

And I just think back to that day earlier this week when you took the lock of my locker thinking it was yours… Until your best friend pointed out your lock was hanging in your locker… I was laughing when I called you a lock stealer. Then you actually started to lock my locker instead of just giving me the lock back! I think you realized what you were doing, because you stopped suddenly and shoved the lock into my hand, telling me to do it myself… When our fingers brushed I went all nervous and I felt butterflies in my stomach…

When my friend crushed on you in 7th grade, I didn't know what she saw in you. Now I know.

You're cute, kind-hearted, nice, generous and you're a real good guy under your Spongebob Squarepants attitude. You're a wonderful hockey player, and you're awesome at badminton. You know how to keep both feet on the ground - and you've brought me back to reality countless times. Sure, your comments would hurt me at first, but then I'd realize how much they are true.

Everytime we talk, or we just touch, accidentally or intentionally, I get butterflies. That's how you make me feel. You're always on my mind, day and night, in reality or in my dreams.

I love you. That's simple. Everytime you're around, I feel strange, in a positive way. That's how it is.

You're a bubble-burster, lock-stealer guy, but that's how I like you.

I don't know if you feel the same way as I do, or if you will one day, and if it will go to an upper level in the near future or not, but I know your name will be written in my heart for a long while.

I love you. I don't know when, how, or why I fell for you, but I did.