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acemoon625
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I wrote this because this is lowkey how I met my first girlfriend...

Her

I am not a stalker. I promise.

She is just so beautiful, I can't help but follow her.

Her midnight black hair. Her sharp green eyes. Her light tan skin. Her full lips.

She is in all of my classes, but she sits on the opposite side of the room from me.

Stupid teachers.

During lunch, she sits with a big group of people. All of them talking and laughing.

After school, she goes to the library. She likes to read historical fiction books and mystery novels.

After staying there for 30 minutes - 30 minutes exactly, mind you - she goes to a cafe six blocks down.

She has went through and ordered a different thing on the menu every day. Going right down the list.

Having finished that process, she found her favorite. The Strawberry Swirl Frappe with an extra boost.

She sits at the same table, in the same chair even, and works on her homework.

Maybe I should walk up to her, introduce myself.

No later had I gathered the courage to even stand, she does the same.

She gathers up her things, and begins walking towards the doors.

Right. Past. Me.

"Just say something" I whisper to myself.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. When I open them, she is practically right in front of me.

"H-hey," I say.

She looks at me and smiles. Her smile is gorgeous.

What do I say now? Isn't she supposed to respond?

"Hey," she says.

I fumble with my words, not exactly sure on what to say.

"I uh, I've seen you around here. I just uhm, wanted to finally introduce myself." I finally manage to say.

She smiles again. I smile back at her this time.

"Well, I'm here every afternoon after school, if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime?" She practically mumbles.

I finally look at her cheeks, which are bright red.

She was blushing.

Because of ME.

I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as well.

What was this girl doing to me?

Whatever it was, I was apparetnly doing the same thing to her.

"Y-y-yes? Yes! That sounds great!" I would kick myself if I wasn't in front of my dream girl.

She giggles a little. It's the cutest thing I've ever heard.

I clear my throat lightly. "So, tomorrow then?"

Shit, that's too soon. She's going to say no. What was I thinking?

"Sounds perfect. Here's my number in case you can't make it."

She finds a napkin and grabs a sharpie from her bag.

She hands me the best thing I have ever seen.

HER NUMBER.

My heart is beating 5,000 times a second and it's amazing!

I have a date with the best girl in the world.

And I have no idea what to wear.

I climb up the steps to my apartment and when I get to the door, all I hear is yelling.

Of course they are having another fight.

I just hope I'm not pulled into this one.

I unlock the door and when I step inside, an airborne plate barely missing my head and crashing into the door next to me.

I slink around the edge of the room, staying out of sight from my drunken father.

Once I get to my room, I shut the door and lock it behind me.

I immediatley walk to my closet and start trying to figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow.

A skirt? Shorts? Jeans? A dress?

I only have one dress and it's too short.

The only skirt that I have is from a uniform I used to have to wear for school.

I can't wear shorts because I have a huge gash on my leg from last time I came home late.

So jeans it is.

Jeans and a Twenty One Pilots shirt I got from their concert last spring.

Wow, I can't believe that this is happening.

When I wake up the next morning, I can already tell that something is wrong.

The apartment is quiet. Too quiet for 6 AM.

After getting dressed and brushing my hair, I walk into the kitchen.

The place is spotless. Now I know something is wrong.

The only time this place is this clean, it's when we have people over.

But I'm normally the one to clean it.

My parents come out of their room, well groomed and seeming happy.

My mom sees me in the kitchen and smiles at me.

"Good morning, Lizzy. How did you sleep dear?"

Something is DEFINITELY wrong.

No one calls me Lizzy anymore. They use my full name now that I'm in highschool.

"Uhm, morning. I slept good, I guess." I can hear my heart pounding in my chest.

Now dad comes over and pours a cup of coffee. He never does that.

"Any exciting plans for tonight, Liz?" He asks.

I give him the answer that I have been practicing.

"Same thing as everyday, soccer practice and then to the library to do homework."

My heart is racing now. Our school doesn't even have a soccer team.

Not that either of them know that. They think I've been on the team for two years now.

"Sounds good, dear. We have a lunch meeting here with a couple of lawyers from work today. Will you be home in time for dinner?" My mother comes over and rests her hand on my arm.

I instinctively flinch. Last time she laid a hand on me, she drug me halfway across the floor.

"Uhm, probably not. I have a lot of homework to catch up on."

I skip breakfast and grab my backpack. I start to walk out the door when dad stops me.

"Have a good day, Liz." He says before going back to the kitchen.

I get the hell out of there and try to figure out what drug they are on.

And where I could potentially get some...

School was boring as ever. Except seeing her in all of my classes.

She noticed me today. She even walked me to my locker before lunch.

She invited me to join her, but I told her I had to go see a teacher for help.

She waved goodbye and walked off with a smile.

I didn't follow her to lunch today. I know she has a bunch of friends to sit with. She will probably forget about me.

But she didn't. She even skipped going to the library after school.

She goes straight to the cafe. Right to her spot.

I pull out my phone and text her.

[Hey. Are you @ the cafe?]

I watch her pull her phone from her pocket and smile at it.

{Yep! }

I smile at my phone. What do I say now?

[I'm a couple mins away.]

She kind of frowns at her phone. Now that is interesting.

{Can't wait! }

My mouth falls to the floor.

I see her bite her lip nervously waiting for my reaction.

Does she know I like her? Does she like me?

Only one way to find out.

[Walking a little bit faster now... ]

She smiles and I can see her relax. Good. This needs to be perfect.

I walk into the cafe and she looks just as gorgeous as the first time I saw her.

I go and get two of her favorite drink - praying she doesn't find out I've been watching her - and go sit with her.

She looks up from her phone and her smile is beaming.

"You didn't have to get me a drink too." Then she sees what it is and her smile falters a little bit.

"I hope you like it though. It was always hard for me to find my favorite, but I think this is it."

She looks from the drink to me and back again.

"This is your favorite?" She's onto me. My palms are sweaty now. I wipe them on my jeans.

"If you don't like it, I can get you something else-" I start.

"No," she interupts me. "It's my favorite too."

She is smiling again.

"Great minds think alike?" I offer her the drink.

"I guess so." She smiles as she takes a sip.

We sit and drink our coffee, talking about different books we like, homework assignments, and our family lives.

She says exactly what I expected her to say.

"My father is a cop. My step-mom is a lawyer. I have a little brother who loves animals. I mean, my life is great. When I was in middle school, my parents got divorced.

My dad was constantly working and then came home angry because of work.

When she asks me about my family, I don't tell her the lie I normally tell people. That I have the perfect parents like everyone else has.

I tell her the truth.

"My parents are kind of mean, I guess. Most of the time they are drunk and angry, the rest of the time they are working.

Then there is the rare occasion that they clean up the house and act like the poster parents of perfection, like this morning.

Which is crazy because last night they were screaming and throwing plates. I used to have an older brother, but he died a few years ago."

I immediatly regret telling her any of that.

She is keeping her green eyes trained on my grey ones. She must think that I'm crazy. Or worse, lying.

She reaches out and puts her hand on mine.

I can't move or speak or do anything.

She is touching me.

I look at our hands and back into her eyes. She is on the verge of tears.

It's only then that I realise that I am, too.

"I don't really know what to say," she starts. "But I know what you are going through.

And if there was ever something I wanted -needed someone to say to me, it would be that 'things often get worse before they get better.

' Or, 'if you have made it this far you can make it a little farther.' But I'm not going to say that to you. Intead, I'm going to tell you 'I'm sorry' because no one else is going to.

I'm so sorry, Eliza. You don't deserve this."

By the time she stops talking, I can't stop crying.

"Th-thank you, Tori." I say through tears. It's the first time I've said her name out loud.

It feels good coming out of my mouth. I just wish I wasn't saying it with my face covered in tears.

I look back down at our hands. It isn't her hand over mine anymore.

At somepoint, we interlaced our fingers.

I take my other hand and wipe away my tears. She does the same.

"I'm sorry," I finally say. "I totally ruined this."

She chuckles a little.

"And normally I'M the one who ruins first dates." She laughs her way through it.

And it's the most adorable thing.

"First date?" I raise a single eyebrow at her.

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