Confessing Through Windows

I sighed and sucked at the bottom of my pen. Why wasn’t anything coming to me? This is easy. Easy. I have to do this by tomorrow! Why did I procrastinate until the very last minute! Portray an emotion. What emotion? The only emotion I felt now was boredom. Is boredom an emotion? Heaving another sigh, I dropped my pen beside the completely blank sheet and decided to make myself more comfortable on my chair. I shifted so that I was hugging one of my feet and the other was dangling loosely by the chair. Nope, still nothing. I brought my other foot up so that I was hugging both my knees. I looked at my paper as if expecting words to write themselves on my blank page. Come on, I need an idea! I decided I needed a bit of fresh air. I got up from my seat and opened up the window, letting a cool breeze refresh my mind. I caught a glance of my neighbour; he was staring straight at me.

I gave him a questioning look and he gave me a sincere smile. Well, that was odd…I saw him get up from his position on his bed and open up his window. He stuck out his head, his smile still in its place.

'Hey.' He said.

'Um…hi.' I replied as I shivered in the cold breeze.

'English homework huh?' he asked. How'd he know?

'How'd you know?' great, it's time to voice my thoughts.

'I'm in your English class,' he said. 'And the homework is hard.'

'It's not that hard.' I said.

'So why are you struggling so much to write it?'

'Because my mind is kind of blank at the moment.'

'I never realised that your mind can go blank.'

'What's that supposed to mean?'

'Well, as far as I know…you've always been so…imaginative.' Was that supposed to be a compliment?

'Oh,' I said biting the bottom of my lip. 'I never realised you even knew who I was.' Oops, that was meant to stay inside. He wore an amused expression.

'How can anyone not know who you are?' he asked. 'Especially after your weeks…doings…'

'Oh…uh…yeah.' I said suddenly growing incredibly nervous and hot. He flashed me a grin. I felt my cheeks heating up even more.

'What have you got so far?' he asked.

'A whole lot of nothing,' I replied. 'What about you?'

'Hold on a second,' He said as he went to get his paper that was, I now realised, lying on top of his bed. Then, he started reciting from the paper. 'She truly was beautiful. She seemed perfect to me, from her beautiful auburn hair that was curled loosely at the end to her amazing bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle every time she smiled. She sat on her chair hugging her knees unaware of me watching her, wanting to let her know how I felt. How did I feel? Even I didn’t know how I felt. For one thing, I knew it was more than just a simple crush. Maybe it was because I couldn’t help but stare at her always and feel a pang of disappointment when she never noticed me. Maybe it was because every time I neared her, my heart would start beating faster. I can't observe her from the distant anymore. Through all the time I knew her, I didn’t want her for her beauty. Sure, she was pretty but there are so many other pretty girls out there. She was just so different. She always seemed to act first and think later. She seemed to embarrass herself quite a lot. I liked that about her. I loved how she would blush so much. I don’t know if it's true but as far as I can tell, I'm in love.' And he looked up at me with an expectant smile. I was blushing crimson. He had portrayed the emotion of love and he had done it so well, the only thing that bothered me was that he had used me to portray his emotion.

'It's-it's really good.' I stuttered.

'Oh.' He said in a disappointed voice, his smile faltering.

'Yeah, um…it was really good. I'm sure it'll get an A,' I said. 'I should probably get back to my own paper now.' And portray the emotion of embarrassment!

'You know, I really couldn’t care less whether I get an A or not,' he said. 'Don't you get what I just read out to you right now?'

'Sure, you just portrayed the emotion of love, right?' I asked wondering if I had missed something. He heaved a sigh, the smile that had been on his lips when we first started talking, long gone.

'I-I-' he stuttered. 'Never mind.' He started backing into his room, starting to close his window when the reality suddenly hit me. Why was I so stupid?

'You love me?' I squeaked, my cheeks going ever redder (if that was even possible).

'I…I think so.' He said running a hand through his hair and blushing a little.

'But-but…you don’t even know me.' At this he grinned.

''Course I do, I know you well enough,' He said. 'I've hung out with you a few times. I talk to you at times and I see you through the window all the time. I know everything about you.'

'How?' I asked.

'I've done my research.'

'Oh.'

'You're freaked out aren't you?'

'…Kind of…'

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'Good emotion you portrayed.' I hear my teacher as he gave me back my paper. I smiled down at it. A+.

'What'd you get?' he asked from behind me.

'A+,' I replied. 'You?'

'A+.'

'A well deserved one.' When he wasn’t looking, I slipped my paper into his English book.

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'Hey,' he said, he had a smile on his face. He had my paper in his hand and then he leaned down and kissed me. Just like that.

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Edit: Thank you all so much for all the reviews. I didn't even think this was much too good of a story. I was just sitting on the computer at 11 o'clock at night and then this idea just came to me so I write it down (while my mom told me, oh so lovlingly, to get to bed). I want to enter this into a competetion but it has to be less then 1000 words. So will someone please be kind enough to count the words. I tried to do it a few times but I just keep getting distracted. Curse my family for distracting me all the time! Oh, and I love you all so much for the reviews that I recieved over one night (in Ireland). I want to give you all big hugs!!! I replied back to some of you (or maybe most of you) but to the ones that I didn't thank you so much. You're all awesome!!!