Beautiful. Smart. Perfect.
That was the description someone gave you. Steve Rogers or how other people called him... Captain America.
He loved you more than everything else. More than Thor loved his poptarts! He couldn't stop thinking about you. And everyone knew it... Except for you.
And how did you describe yourself?
Dumb. Naive. Clumsy. Crazy. An idiot. NOT perfect.
You were always thinking that... That Steve would never go out with a plain person like you... You weren't his type!
"Are you thinking about him again?", someone's voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you glanced up and saw your best friend, (f/n), with a smirk on her face.
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a sigh.
"Yeah... I did. I... I think that I should give up! I am not his type and-" She flicked you on your forehead, shaking her head as you stopped talking. "Ow...", you muttered, "Thanks..."
"You are welcome!", laughed your friend and sat on a chair next to yours.
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