She watches him, the dark boy, the dangerous boy, the forbidden boy. She watches him with longing, buried deep, so deep inside of her. She wants to be his savior, the angel who saves his tortured soul. She wants to be the one who dares to venture past his defensive walls, to discover the gentle person he is inside. She wants to be the one to tame that wild nature.

She watches, she wants, but she does nothing. But the longing is there, deep inside.

She watches him, the nerdy boy, the harassed boy, the lonely boy. She watches with a longing buried deep, so deep inside of her. She watches as he is pushed around, as his books are trampled, and he walks with dejection, shoulders slumped, feet shuffling. She wants to be his savior, the angel who saves him when he thinks there is no love for him in the world. She wants to to fight for him, defend him from the world. She wants to be the one who sees past his demure nature and learn about his witty, quirky side.

She watches, she wants, but she does nothing. But the longing is there, deep inside.

She watches him, the golden boy, the loved boy, the perfect boy. She watches him score goals, shining in all his glory, watches him bring honor to his school. She wants to be his trophy-wife, the one who puts on a pretty face for him and supports him throughout his victories. She watches as he strides across the field, as he glows with triumph, as he comes to a stop right in front of her. And she watches, heart and mind calm, as he asks her to be his girlfriend.

And she says yes.

They're sixteen, and she knows it won't last. The rebel, the nerd, the golden boy, it doesn't matter. She knows it won't last. But she says yes.

Because really, it is just the idea that appeals to her.