I passed him yet again in the halls. He smiled his perfect smile at me, and I blushed.

Did he like me too?

The only thing I wanted was for him to like me back.
He was tall, strong, cute. His smile was to die for. He was funny, smart, and word on the street was that he was an amazing lover.

The only thing?

I wasn’t any of those things. I wasn’t as tall as him, a few inches shorter to be exact. I guess I was sort of strong; cheerleaders were usually expected to be strong. Personally, I wasn’t funny, really. Or cute for that matter. Smart? Maybe. I was more of the kinda girl who preferred to blend into the backround scenery, rather than stand out in the crowd. A guy like him could never love a girl like me.

But I craved this boy so badly. I wanted him to ask me out. I wanted to go on a date with him. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted everything he could do, and possibly more.

It was nice to dream wasn’t it? Maybe it was possible.

Just maybe.

Hopefully..