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love
I always found the word confusing. How was I going to find love and what would it feel like.
Being a nerd meant it wouldn't be easy. Most of the girls in my school liked more athletic guys and guys with blonde hair.
I was skinny, short and I had messy dirty blonde hair. I wore glasses and would mainly wear green hoodies and brown jeans. I was essentially your typically real life nerd.
I was so thankful I wasn't like those movie nerds, the ones good at everything and ones that would wear their pants all the way up to their waist.
I wasn't a math nerd I was more of a history nerd. I could tell you everything about history and not get tired of it.
I was at my locker when I watched a boy get milk poured onto him by a popular kid. The boy had messy brown hair, eyeliner on, and wore a black hoodie along with black jeans. Maybe he was emo maybe he wasn't.
I watched as someone gave him a towel to dry off his hair and him struggle. I sighed before walking over to him and drying his hair for him.
He looked at me genuinely surprised like he didn't expect someone to help him. When our eyes met I froze. Everything felt weird, my face was red and everything felt hot. My stomach felt weird like fluttering in a way.
I snapped out of my daze when he began to speak, "thanks..." I smiled awkwardly at him and continued to dry his hair for him. His hair even when covered in milk was soft and fluffy. His skin looked soft and I found myself wanting to touch it...
NO! Stop that! This guy is a complete stranger! You don't even know his name yet!
After drying his hair he almost immediately ran off somewhere. It left me confused until a paper thrown at me distracted me.
It was an invitation to some party. I rolled my eyes but internally agreed to go.
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I arrived to the party and was met with loud music and the smell of alcohol as soon as I stepped inside the house.
I went upstairs and past a few rooms. One door was slightly open and I decided to take a peak inside. Some girl inside the room was on a guys lap completely naked.
I immediately walked away from the door. Maybe if I actually was normal I'd find a girl naked like that was hot. But I just found it gross that they were doing that on a strangers bed and didn't even shut the door.
I came across another room and stepped inside. The same boy from a week earlier was in there. He looked up at me immediately before standing up and walking towards the door. "Wait," I grabbed his wrist, "you can stay," I must've had a pleading look on my face because he sighed and sat back on the bed. The room felt hotter and I felt like I was actually going to die.
I swallowed hard and closed the door behind me before sitting next to him on the bed. "So..you wanted to be away from people too?" I asked bringing my knees closer to my chest. From the look of the room it was just a guest bedroom and not someones bedroom. He nodded in response to my question and looked away.
He looked at me finally after I asked him his name. "Xavier," he answered. "I'm Eddie," I respond. He looks at my lips for a second before looking away again. My face felt hot again.
His eyeliner was smuged. I felt the urge to wipe off the smuged part and I did. He looked at me surprised before his face became red as well. It was way more obvious than mine because he was lighter in skin tone.
I found myself leaning closer to him. He just looks at me awkwardly and red. "Why do you have to be so close..?" He questions looking away. "Oh sorry I can move if you want," I apologize. He shakes his head and holds me in place by grabbing my shirt.
The feeling in my stomach came back. I felt giddy and excited. What the fuck was happening? What are these feelings? Why am I only feeling these around this guy?
"Why am I so red around you?" I blurted. Immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment. His mouth drops and he looks away immediately. "I-what?" He looks back at me his whole face is red. "Why am I red whenever I'm around you..?" I repeat. He grips my shirt tighter, "do you like me or something..." he questions.
I looked at him shocked. Is that what this is? I didn't know what to say so I nod. He looks away before scooting closer to me.
He lets go of my shirt and grabs my hand instead. His skin was soft. I squeezed his hand. He finally looks back at me again and kisses me?
He kissed me and I actually liked it? He grips my shoulders as he kisses me. I finally kiss him back and relax into the kiss. He pulls away to catch his breath before pulling my glasses back and putting them in his hoodie pocket.
"Hey! Give those back!" I laugh, trying to put my hand into his pocket to grab my glasses. He slaps my hand away from his pocket and takes off his hoodie. He throws his hoodie on the ground and stops me from grabbing it.
I laugh trying to escape his grasp. He was just wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans now. His right hand was covered in pen drawings.
I kiss him again and escape his grasp and finally grabbing his hoodie.