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Big Jet Plane
I wanna hold her, I wanna kiss her
She smelled of daisies, she smelled of daisies-John
He leaned against the wall in the hallway, looking about him lazily. It was lunchtime, and everyone was walking around, talking, laughing, and generally just fooling around. He couldn't help but pity them. All those pathetic, conformist teenagers who would do the stupidest things just for approval. Just like his brother. Mr. Perfect. Mr. "All Round Great Guy". It was all an act. Everyone just pretended.
But not her, though.
She didn't pretend. He never saw anything less than genuine coming from her. All her smiles, all her laughs, none of them were fake. There was nothing fake about her.
John's eyes softened as he studied her, sitting on the table where her cousin and her friends ate. She was so lovely. She looked like a photograph just then, in her red dress and her sunny smile.
They'd never spoken more than two words to each other, but it didn't matter. Hero Duke spoke nothing but kind words to all who met her. It didn't help that he'd had a crush on her for forever, either.
John sometimes wondered what it would feel like to have her in his arms.
He noticed her lean over and say something to her cousin, then leave the table. She was heading toward him so quickly that he almost didn't have time to panic. As she got closer, Hero glanced at John and gave him one of her signature sunny smiles. John's heart skipped a beat, and in his surprise, he almost forgot to smile back. Almost.
As she walked by, her scent wafted over him. Yup, she smelled just like daisies. Just the way John had imagined it.