"I'd like to say I told you so, because I told you so. Or would 'I informed you thusly' be more of your taste?" I asked. Katherine was on the ground. Apparently, she had stepped on her shoelace and fell over.
"Don't think you've won for a second." she said.
"If you say so." I said. I held out my hand. She took it. Her hand was like soft silk. I felt the warmth of hers and mine together spread throughout my body.
I wish I could say the same to the floor.
Why? Because when she took my hand, she pulled me to the ground. My face went straight into the floor. I didn't get up immediately. She was in the background laughing. I really did like that laugh.
"That was low." I said.
"Yeah, just like you." she smiled. I grumbled and got up. She laughed.
"Well, I'm going now." she said. She walked. And walked and walked. She turned the corner and disappeared. I checked my watch. Five-twenty three. Eight minutes.
So, I had fallen in love with her in the time it takes light from the Sun to travel to Earth.
Even going at the rate of about two hundred ninety nine million, seven hundred ninety two thousand, four hundred fifty eight (299,792,458) meters per second.
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I was contemplating my life over a bowl of ramen.
Creamy chicken flavored. Two quick shots of hot (and pretty awesome) sauce. Five slightly salted saltines.
My classes were fine. My life was averagely horrible.
And then there was Katherine.
I had no idea how, but her looks, personality, and straight up wits had attracted me.
And I hate myself for it.
Well, at least my brain does. The logical, reasoning, and rational part of me. My head is against it.
But my heart says otherwise.
And my other head (puns I love 'em), agrees with my heart.
Curse you non-agreeing body functions. I hate you testosterone.
Why do you clash together? Why confuse me?
Then it hit me.
Literally: a pillow hit my face.
Mentally: why it maybe it'll never happen.
It actually made sense.
I think.
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Maybe It'll Never Happen
Teen FictionJames Ignis has the worst luck in the world. His parents died when he was only four years old and he's been living with his single aunt who has to take 3 jobs to maintain his exsistence. He has been depressed his whole life. He has barely, if any, f...