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It happens every morning. I wake up and drag my feet to the bathroom to wash up. Then I go downstairs where someone else, someone who won't burn down the house, has cooked some breakfast and I can see you as you run past my house. I wonder, do you go jogging every morning? Isn't it a bit too early? Where do you find the energy? Is that even possible? You are in the basketball team anyway.
Your blond hair swishes through the air and your butt looks great in those gray pants. Yes, I just thought of that. I think that every morning. Then, I think that your arms also are defined nicely, a result of all that training over the years. The only way to describe me would be 'that scrawny kid'. At least, I'm not that short anymore, thank goodness. For the longest time I thought I would stay 5'6'' and my family would tease me forever for being a midget.
I watch your shrinking figure in the distance. It's a small torture to watch you jog past my house.
It's a welcomed torture.
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This weekend my family isn't be here and I wonder if you will go for a morning run even if it's Sunday. Or will you sleep in? I would, but I need to be sure. I smile to myself at my ingenious plan. I left the curtains open hoping that maybe you will glance this way. You probably don't even know this is my house. I wait for a few minutes quietly looking from the corner of the window until I spot you and step back. Quickly, I remove my shirt and as you run past I'm half way removing my pants too, though I don't dare to look until I hear a thud, a curse and a groan.
I look around, but you're not there and it takes me a moment to realize you're lying on the sidewalk behind the fence. It doesn't take long to pull up my pants and shirt back on and run out to find you lying on the sidewalk, knees bend and a hand on your bloody nose.
“Did you just trip and break your nose?” I furrow my eyebrows and has anyone ever told you your eyes are gorgeous?
You nod and I try not to laugh as I offer a hand.
“It bas your pault!” You say, holding your nose. I smile.
We both know it was on purpose.
“Then I guess you will let me take care of that.” I reply and pull you inside by the hand.