All he did was stare.
Not a word, not even a facial expression of some sort.
What to do?
Stare back? No. NO, not working.
Smile sweetly?No, still so.
Stlick my oddly short toungue out? Yes! No, wait, that was the wind….
The wind! Brutaly blowing his hair to the left…maybe I should stop looking, then he will stop…
He may have “liked me” since the 6th grade, but he never has spoken to me. I though it would work, meeting him at the local park, but no.
What to do!?
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The wind.
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