Author's Note: Ooh, it turns out that this account was useful for something. Anyway, while this isn't the first story that I've written, it is the first story that I've posted ever. English isn't my first language, so if you think that the wording is a bit odd, that's because it probably is. So if you notice a mistake, do tell me and I'll try my best to patch it up.

P. S.: Reviews would be greatly appreciated by moi.

To start with, I have never fallen in love before, so what I tell you may be unreliable—this being my first time and all—but I'm just going to ignore that in order to tell you a story—my story.

Oh, don't you dare do that look. I promise you, it won't even be that boring. Alright, there's a moment where it lags just the tiniest of bits, but practically every story does that anyway.

So, as I was saying, I'm going to be all cliché on you and tell you that I'm going to narrate the story of how I fell in love. It should be easy enough, I suppose, but do remember that I'm probably what you'd call an unreliable narrator. Frankly, I'm going to be stark honest with you about what I think of the characters that would grace these pages.

Now then, to officially start, I should paint you a vivid scene of how I first met him. I don't really remember the weather around the time—which, really, is a great pity since wouldn't it be just awesome if I remember such a mundane thing such as that?

I think I'm getting far from the point. Anyway, we were currently holding examinations. It was nothing too major, and I wasn't placed in the first section for nothing, so it's easy to say that it was just a breeze for me.

I suppose you wouldn't really get it if you're not from my place, so let me delve deeper. In my place, when examinations are on, we sort of do switch-ups between the different sections from different year levels and place them in different rooms. Like, if you're an eight grader, you might get placed in a room with tenth graders. That sort of stuff.

I think it the school does it to avoid cheating or something like that, but, to be honest with you, it actually does nothing at all.

Anyway, I—along with some other girls from my section—had the luck to be placed with the tenth graders. So, yeah, the example I illustrated above actually happened and I should really not do examples so outrageously based in real life.

I digress.

So, we were, like, sharing a room with these tenth graders and, frankly, they were awesome, and cool, and, like, a million other adjectives that basically just mean awesome and cool. But there's this one boy who's, like, cooler than the others and he's just so attention-grabbing that you can't help but look at him when he enters the room.

It's, like, he's a star or something like that.

Anyway, while I was calmly doing my examination and basically doing my duty as a good student and role-model, he was doing his best to be the poster boy of coolness and awesomeness and god-like quality—which would be what the teachers deem rebellious.

Yeah, I've fallen in love with one of those types. You know, those boys who seem to not give a single shit about what their actions might cause, those boys who seem to be so good at everything yet don't care enough to try? Yeah, and those boys wouldn't even know someone like me.

Honestly, I'm not just doing it for the sake of theatrics or dramatics or whatever-have-you-tics. Honest to God and scout's honor, he doesn't even know my name. Though, honestly, the situation is believable enough. He's, like, in tenth grade and I'm in the eight. Those two never seem to, well, socialize together, you know? And besides, if they did, I wouldn't be part of the socializing. I'm not exactly the type to go outside and meet people.

But, of course, I haven't fallen in love with him instantly. That thing rarely happens, you know—if it even does happen. I mean, falling in love would require you to know the person. The most you could get at first sight is, like, aesthetic attraction.

Or, well, maybe it does work that way. I don't know. As I've said, I'm not an expert on this love thing.

So, as I was saying, I was just calmly answering the questions in the exam—or maybe I've already finished the exam and I was just double-checking my answers—and he was just being, well, himself: grabbing attention and that sort of thing.

Then he actually started talking to the teacher.

I don't think you understand. He wasn't talking to the teacher the way you would usually talk to a teacher, but he was talking to the teacher the way you would talk to a fellow student.

Heaven above, I don't think you really would be capable of understanding if you weren't in my place. I mean, I barely even talk to the teachers outside discussions and the usual greetings as I pass them by!

Okay, maybe it was a bit of an overreaction of my part but, honestly, I thought he was a bit of a suck-up—which, looking back on it now, he actually is.

Then he stood up and actually did this funny imitation of a teacher. I would've laughed if it wasn't for the fact that the teacher that he was imitating wasn't the teacher watching over us.

Honestly, I've no idea why he isn't expelled yet. With that kind of behavior, I'd think that the teachers would all be recording his actions and showing them to children along with the warning, "This is what you shouldn't do, kids!"

Maybe he's too awesome for that or something.

Anyway, he was doing this really funny imitation of the teacher while he was apparently experiencing back pains. I don't know why, but that seemed awesome in my pubescent mind.

But he was still distracting me from the test, which, honestly, I haven't really cared about that much. So I was experiencing this weird mixture of annoyance and amusement and I didn't really know what to do with that.

Then, to add insult to injury, I saw one of my classmates talking to him after that.

I kinda felt jealous, thought I didn't know why at that time. Silly me, it should have occurred to me already that I was developing an attraction to him. Then maybe I could have stayed as far away from him as could be deemed possible.

But no. I just had to be all ignorant about what to do with that kind of stuff and I just had to chalk it up to jealousy of a rather different kind: the type of jealousy that you experience when you see someone you know talking to someone awesome and cool and, well, perfect.

Another thing that is also perfect is italicization, but I guess you could see that I like italics due to my frequent overuse of the stuff.

Now I'm just stalling the inevitable.

Anyway, nothing much happened for the next few months. I didn't see him very much after the examinations passed and I didn't really care when I did saw him. After all, there are projects to be passed, lectures to be formally written out, lesson to study, and teachers to listen to, despite the utter monotony that I think they all share.

Really, in that flurry of papers and grades, who was he that I should drop everything I'm doing just so I could gander at him?

Besides, I still felt this weird mixture of annoyance and amusement whenever I saw him. There's also this one thing that I felt but foolishly ignored. I mean, have you ever, liked, wanted to go talk to a person, to go out and sit with them and just get to, well, know them? I thought it was something akin to fascination, but only now do I realize that it was the first symptoms of falling in love.

Though falling in love sounds so wrong to me somehow. It implies reciprocity, that I am also loved by the one that I love. It suggests the idea of times spent holding each other's hands and looking into each other's eyes and seeing their very souls.

But I didn't really have the benefit of experiencing those things, so let's just simply call it love.

Anyway, as I said, I didn't really care for him that much during those months. I have my friends and I honestly thought that I wouldn't experience the perils of love until I reached college or so.

Then there was this thing that my school insists that we do. They've called it camping the year before, even though there were no tents nor bonfires. Funny enough, that year, they've changed the namefrom camping to festival.

Let me clear it up for you. In this event, we just go and scream our lungs out while several groups from different sections go showcase their talents as the sky darkens then lightens up again.

Yep, that's right. We spend the whole night (and some more hours in the morning) listening to crap music by wannabe bands and watch crap dance moves from wannabe dancers. Though, to be honest, there were some people who actually had a scrap of talent that year.

One of them was him.

Equipped with a rather gorgeous singing voice and an amazing stage presence, he simply ruled the night. One from the audience even had the courage to go wave a banner that says WE LOVE YOU in big, bold letters.

The time that I saw him on the stage, I felt that feeling again and I swear I was getting kinda annoyed. I don't like not knowing what I'm feeling. For someone who's pretty much in control in everything, it comes as sort of a shock.

Finally, my brain caught up and realized that, bloody hell, I'm falling in love with a person that I don't even know. It was, like, my brain was sending out messages and all I could think of was ALL SYSTEMS RED ALERT and I honestly didn't know why I thought of that out of all things.

Then my brain finally functioned normally again and told me that it was only a crush, a passing fancy and no more. Soon I'll tire of him once I learn how utterly normal he is and he'll just be one of those fond memories that I'll look back to when I grow old.

Except, for, like, the fact that he totally wasn't.