A story that I've been working on:


I was in the middle of economics class. The class that I dropped because I didn't want to take it anymore. It was way too difficult. And plus, I was going to use the time 'wisely', of course.

My friend was droning on about how she made out with this guy. I was getting pretty annoyed with her. This was the second time they had kissed though this time, he had kissed her.

I was really confused about his relationship though. He was, as I thought, currently dating someone, but I wasn't too sure.

"Is he dating anyone?" I asked her to get her going on another topic.

"I think so. That reminds me-" I stopped listening after she answered my question. I didn't need to hear anymore of it. Not unless she asked me a question.

The teacher wasn't in the room so, of course, the room was a pigsty. People were screaming and shouting across the room. One of the smarter kids who actually wanted to be in economics was try to shut everyone up.

I looked over at my crush. He was really tall. Did I ever mention that?

I turned away from his eye a second before he looked at me.

I nodded my head towards me friend, making sure she new that I was still listening, even though I wasn't.

"Alright everyone!" The teacher burst into the class.

That was everyone's cue to shut up and start paying attention. That was my cue to get out come 'work' and 'focus'. Well, that's what I'm supposed to do. I dropped economics to study for my other subjects, which was going pretty well, until I found it the perfect time to watch my crush.

It sounds really, creepy. But, c'mon, you'd do the same thing.

I watched as he sat there, so perfect. I imagined beautiful things to do with him, but I new I could never do so.

"He's really cute," my friend whispered into my ear with a horse voice, catching me gazing over at my crush. She had a horse voice because she got sick. It was deeper rather than horse. And it sounded sexy. It was a lot deeper than her normal high-pitched voice. I liked it. Her normal voice was too high and it was really annoying. If she found out I said that, she'd never let me hear the end of it.

An example of this was when I told her that the guy she kissed, Juan, told me that she wasn't a good kisser. She looked almost crest-fallen. She wanted to know though, so it was partly her fault that she asked for it. Yet again, she was going to figure it out anyways.

She seemed like in deny. She said that it was his fault. He had a really big mouth and he was going all over the place, was her excuse. I thought that since they're both bad kissers, they think that, of course, both of them are bad kissers.

Another thing was that he had dated my sister before. I felt a little uncomfortable about him and my friend making out.

She then claimed that she knows she's a good kisser and it's his fault. After that, she was all right.

"Yeah, I know," I said, blushing. I looked down at my hands. I didn't want to look at him anymore. It'd be, like, the 4th time that I've looked at him. I'm happy to say that about half the time that I looked at him, he was already looking at me.

'Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Do NOT look at him.' Too late. My mind was screaming not to do so, but I already did.

A small smile crept onto my face and I quickly looked away before he had the chance to look at me. My heart went back to normal beating after I looked away. I buried my face in my arms to make sure that he couldn't see me. I didn't want him to see me. If he saw me smiling at him, it'd be the end of the world.

I'm pretty sure that he new that I liked him, but I didn't want to admit it to myself.

A small thought that exploded entered my mind.

What would I do if I found out that he liked me?

I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom and did so.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Are you crazy?" I asked myself. I looked at myself. I was, I don't even know how I would describe myself.

I had hair that went past my shoulders and was supposed to be brown, but there was some golden highlights that everyone adored. I had freckles that crossed my face in a river of brown dots. I had lighter than brown eyes. Sometimes, if I looked at them real carefully, there'd be come hazel around the edges. I was finally starting to clear away some of my acne, which I was very excited about.

I had started doing a lot of different things with my body that I enjoy. It gives me a reassuring feeling that I'm becoming prettier.

I looked at myself in the mirror again. I became coming up with a lot of reasons as to why I wasn't dating anyone. A lot of it has to do with the fact that I'm very shy around people. Mostly boys though. That I like. But a reason that I kept thinking about was: maybe it's because I've never dated anyone before. This would make me a lot more socially awkward around people. But, of course, more towards boys.

I sighed and walked back to my room. I plopped down next to my friend. They were watching some movie about something. I think about population. Funny thing is, as soon as I leave, they learn all the easy stuff.

My friend started talking to me again.

"Dude, you should totally kiss Skinny Jeans," she whispered. I know what you're thinking. What is she thinking? I don't mean the actual pair of skinny jeans and start making out with those, no. I mean that's the code name my friend came up with.

It was because a while ago, I saw him, when he wasn't in his school uniform. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a sweatshirt. I swear to you, it was the cutest thing I've ever seen. I nearly fainted, which would have been really stupid.

"I can't," I said. That was the big problem. I'd never had my first kiss. Yes. I must admit. I am 15 and am yet to have my first kiss. I find it so embarrassing.

"Yes. You. Can," my friend forced out. She keeps telling me this kind of stuff, but I don't believe. I mean. I don't know how to kiss someone! She keeps going on about how bad of a kisser Juan was and how she's supposedly a good kisser, but I don't know if I'd be good or not.

"No, I can't. How many times do I have to tell you?" I shot out bitterly. I was getting pretty annoyed with her. She kept telling me to do stuff that I was just not capable of doing.

She leaned back and focused on her work.

"Fine," She sad without any care, "I won't help you anymore."

"You never helped me," I whispered, but I'm pretty sure she heard me. I sighed and started doing some revision notes.


After economics had let out, I did everything in my power to find him, Skinny Jeans. I spotted him coming out of the room and quickly got to him before anyone else could.

"Hey!" I called to him, pushing my way through the crowd. I tried not to do the stupid thing and trip over all the people that were rushing through the hallway. Luckily, it was lunchtime and I could take him.

"Hey," he smiled. I grabbed his hand, a reflex that I wasn't even thinking about and dragged him.

"Come with me," I said. He looked around, trying to protest, but I was going to get this over and down with.

"Where are we going?" he asked. It took me a lot of power to drag him, considering he was much taller than me. I opened a door and pulled him through. I didn't even know where I was going. I just acted without thinking, something my friend told me to do.

"We are going outside," I answered. He looked around, like "Ya, I know." I rolled my eyes and pulled him with me. I could have done this later, but I was just really annoyed with my friend constantly complaining about her relation life that I wanted to know what all the fuss was about.

"Come here," I said once we were outside. I pulled him close to me, like we were going to dance. Because of the height differences, I didn't know where I was going with this. Instead I decided to give him a hug.

"You brought me out here so you could hug me?" he asked.

"You're not making this situation any better. I would have done something different, but I didn't account for the height difference," I chuckled to myself. How stupid of me.

"Um, we can sit down if you want," he motioned to the stairs and I gladly accepted. He sat next to me and I hoped that I wasn't going to do anything stupid.

My instincts got the better of me and I put on his glasses.

"Can you not see without glasses?" I asked him, squinting me eyes. He tried to reach for them, but I moved.

"No, I can't see and if you wear those for too long-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, I've done it before. I'll damage my eyes. Blah blah blah. I had a friend back in my old town and she had glasses. She basically yelled at me for wearing hers. I don't need the same lecture form you," I said.

My friend walked through the door and I put her on halt before I even looked her way. I held up an finger, indicating for her to wait where she was.

I leaned into Skinny Jeans and kissed him. After a while, we broke apart and I put his glasses back on him and shooed my friend inside. I walked in after her and closed the door quietly.

"Dude!" she exclaimed. Skinny Jeans was gone, but I'd be back for him. No doubt to explain the situation, but that would have to wait.

"Yeah?" I asked her. I was smiling to myself, my dream had come true.

"That was such an awful kiss!" My smile dropped, "I know from experience that it just wasn't happening right!"

"Then why does Juan say you're a bad kisser? How do you know that wasn't the right kiss and you were always doing it wrong?" I questioned her. She shut her mouth and I reapplied my smiled.

I was happy. I might have or not have gotten I a boyfriend by the end of the day. Doesn't matter though. I was able to kiss the guy I liked and that opened a window to tons of more things I could do. I felt more confident in my life, like I can do anything I wanted and nobody would tell me it was wrong.


This is a nice little 'wish-it-could-happen scenario. Just to keep in mind, with these type of stories, the ones where it's all lovy dovy kind of thing, they're based off of true events. There's a real event, and then the extra stuff that I wish would happen.

Please review!~

~Project66