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so yeeeah. another story form me. heh. read on your own risk.
"There she is again". He glanced at the girl beside him. She had long, flowy black hair. As the sun shone brightly, you could perfectly see her light brown, almond shaped eyes. Her eyes sparkled like the stars at night. And her smile... her lovely white teeth glistened as a sweet smile rested on her face. There was a softness in her smile. No, she wasn't cute. She wasnt pretty. She wasnt hot. Oh no. Those were not the proper words to describe her. What she was, was... she was... beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. She was the epitome of beauty. He looks at her again. He stares at her. She then slowly turns her head towards him. He quickly looks the other way. His heart beats slightly faster. This girl, this girl beside him is the same girl he keeps finding himself standing next to at the gate everyday. Every time he sees her, his palms start to sweat and his knees shake. He has tried numerous times to start a conversation, but every time he opens his mouth, his lips shiver and his heart beats faster and faster. His mouth goes dry. His tongue refuses to leave the roof of his mouth. From many failed attempts, he as given up trying to get to know this girl. As long as he gets to stand inches away from her every day, and smell her sweet strawberry-ish scent, thats good enough for him. He looks at her once again. He watches her rapidly push the buttons on her cellphone; texting like theres no tomorrow. Typical for any teenage girl. He smiles and lets out a little chuckle. A white, shiny Fortuner suddenly pulls up in front of them. She steps down from the elevated sidewalk, makes her way towards the car, opens the door, and gets in. He watched as the big, bright car zoomed past him, and disappeared around the corner. He lets out a sigh. "I dont even know her name".
Raffy Isaguirre is your typical teenager. You know, stressed out from school, rebellious, and just want to have a good time. Your normal, average 16 year old guy; nothing special. When you look at him, there's nothing that stands out. His eyes don't sparkle nor does he have a 100 watt smile. He's just like every other guy around him. He's... ordinary. Raffy knows this all too well, and he accepts it. He doesn't want to force himself to be something he clearly isn't. It's what-you-see-is-what-you-get with him. As he was engrossed in his thoughts of self-pity, a girl walks passed him. She looked like she was in a hurry. "It's her!" His eyes followed her as she went up the stairs. He look at the ground and puts his hands in his pockets. "She's so beautiful. Why would she ever like a guy like me?" He walks away, with his eyes still locked on the floor.
The bell finally rings. Raffy smiles. He knows he'll be standing next to the girl again. He puts his books in his bag and walks out of the classroom. He walks rapidly along the corridors. He was on his way down the stairs when someone yelled out his name. "Raffy! Where are you going? We have to practice for our dance in p.e, remember?" That completely slipped Raffy's mind. "Do I really need to join today?" he asked, hoping for a no. "Yes you do! This is a waltz. Bianca can't dance without a partner". Raffy couldn't leave his partner to fend for herself. He turned around and made his way up the stairs. "How long are we going to be here?" he asked when they reached the second floor of the sports complex. "About an hour or two", replied his classmate.
Raffy was flabbergasted. "An hour??"
"Or two", corrected his classmate. "C'mon Raffy. This is half our grade. We have to perfect this".
"Yeah Raff. You can't bail on us", said Bianca who appeared next to him.
Now guilt was starting to creep in. "Okay. I'm in".
"You better hope I don't miss her", he muffled under his breath.
"What did you say?", asked Bianca who didn't hear.
"Oh nothing", responded Raffy. "Let's get started". Raffy took her hand and they started to dance.
Raffy dropped down to the floor. Finally, practice was over. His muscles hurt all over. He was drenched in his own sweat. He could barely move. Waltz was not as easy as it looked on High School Musical. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. Remembering that the girl might be at the gate already, he quickly got to his feet. He ran to his bag and changed into clean, not sweaty clothes as quickly as humanly possible. He picked up his bag and ran to gate 7. He finally reaches the gate, panting and out of breath. He looked left and right. "Maybe she's outside". So he goes out. She wasn't there either. "I must have missed her". It was as if his heart was ripped right out of his chest and was crushed into little tiny bite-sized pieces. Raffy closed his eyes and leaned on the wall. "Stupid waltz", he grumbled. Then suddenly, he smells a familiar scent. He turns to his side, and there she was standing right beside him. A smile appeared on his face. "YES", he says to himself. She looked beautiful as always, but she was struggling with the 4 books she was carrying. The heavy Chem book fell to the ground. As soon as the book dropped to the ground, Raffy bended over to pick it up, like a reflex. "Here you go", he said as he handed the book to her. She smiles and takes the book. "Thank you". Raffy smiles and blushes slightly. "You're welcome". He looks the other way because he didn't want her to see him blushing.
"I saw you dance. You make a good Zac Efron, except you're cuter", she giggled. That took Raffy's breath away. He turns to her and smiles shyly.
"You saw that? God. That was embarrassing". His cheeks were getting more and more red.
"What have you got to be embarrassed about? You're a really good dancer", she said.
Raffy struggled to get his words out. "Th-thanks".
He was really red now. She laughed sweetly. "You know I didn't really think you were the dancer type. Boy was I wrong".
At this point Raffy was already fighting the urge to collapse right then and there. It was happening again. His mouth was dry as the Sahara desert. His lips trembled, and his tongue didn't want to move. "Oh really? Why? You know me?", he managed to let out.
"I see you here everyday. And for some reason we always stand next to each other", she said laughing.
"Don't lose consciousness. Deep breaths", he said to himself. "You noticed that too huh?"
"Well I may not have super strength", refering to the book she was juggling. "But I'm not blind". Then she smiled that sweet soft smile that he loved. Her smiled calmed him down. His breathing went back to normal, and his heart wasn't palpitating like crazy anymore.
"I'm Raffy".
Before she could say anything else, the usual white shiny Fortuner pulls up the road. "Oh that's my ride", she said.
Devastated that he didn't get her name, Raffy tried to smile at her. "So so close to getting her name", he said to himself.
She smiles her sweet smile at him then walks to her car. She opened the door. Before she got in, she looked at him. "Oh and by the way, I'm Rachel "
"There she is again". He glanced at the girl beside him. She had long, flowy black hair. As the sun shone brightly, you could perfectly see her light brown, almond shaped eyes. Her eyes sparkled like the stars at night. And her smile... her lovely white teeth glistened as a sweet smile rested on her face. There was a softness in her smile. No, she wasn't cute. She wasnt pretty. She wasnt hot. Oh no. Those were not the proper words to describe her. What she was, was... she was... beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. She was the epitome of beauty. He looks at her again. He stares at her. She then slowly turns her head towards him. He quickly looks the other way. His heart beats slightly faster. This girl, this girl beside him is the same girl he keeps finding himself standing next to at the gate everyday. Every time he sees her, his palms start to sweat and his knees shake. He has tried numerous times to start a conversation, but every time he opens his mouth, his lips shiver and his heart beats faster and faster. His mouth goes dry. His tongue refuses to leave the roof of his mouth. From many failed attempts, he as given up trying to get to know this girl. As long as he gets to stand inches away from her every day, and smell her sweet strawberry-ish scent, thats good enough for him. He looks at her once again. He watches her rapidly push the buttons on her cellphone; texting like theres no tomorrow. Typical for any teenage girl. He smiles and lets out a little chuckle. A white, shiny Fortuner suddenly pulls up in front of them. She steps down from the elevated sidewalk, makes her way towards the car, opens the door, and gets in. He watched as the big, bright car zoomed past him, and disappeared around the corner. He lets out a sigh. "I dont even know her name".
Raffy Isaguirre is your typical teenager. You know, stressed out from school, rebellious, and just want to have a good time. Your normal, average 16 year old guy; nothing special. When you look at him, there's nothing that stands out. His eyes don't sparkle nor does he have a 100 watt smile. He's just like every other guy around him. He's... ordinary. Raffy knows this all too well, and he accepts it. He doesn't want to force himself to be something he clearly isn't. It's what-you-see-is-what-you-get with him. As he was engrossed in his thoughts of self-pity, a girl walks passed him. She looked like she was in a hurry. "It's her!" His eyes followed her as she went up the stairs. He look at the ground and puts his hands in his pockets. "She's so beautiful. Why would she ever like a guy like me?" He walks away, with his eyes still locked on the floor.
The bell finally rings. Raffy smiles. He knows he'll be standing next to the girl again. He puts his books in his bag and walks out of the classroom. He walks rapidly along the corridors. He was on his way down the stairs when someone yelled out his name. "Raffy! Where are you going? We have to practice for our dance in p.e, remember?" That completely slipped Raffy's mind. "Do I really need to join today?" he asked, hoping for a no. "Yes you do! This is a waltz. Bianca can't dance without a partner". Raffy couldn't leave his partner to fend for herself. He turned around and made his way up the stairs. "How long are we going to be here?" he asked when they reached the second floor of the sports complex. "About an hour or two", replied his classmate.
Raffy was flabbergasted. "An hour??"
"Or two", corrected his classmate. "C'mon Raffy. This is half our grade. We have to perfect this".
"Yeah Raff. You can't bail on us", said Bianca who appeared next to him.
Now guilt was starting to creep in. "Okay. I'm in".
"You better hope I don't miss her", he muffled under his breath.
"What did you say?", asked Bianca who didn't hear.
"Oh nothing", responded Raffy. "Let's get started". Raffy took her hand and they started to dance.
Raffy dropped down to the floor. Finally, practice was over. His muscles hurt all over. He was drenched in his own sweat. He could barely move. Waltz was not as easy as it looked on High School Musical. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. Remembering that the girl might be at the gate already, he quickly got to his feet. He ran to his bag and changed into clean, not sweaty clothes as quickly as humanly possible. He picked up his bag and ran to gate 7. He finally reaches the gate, panting and out of breath. He looked left and right. "Maybe she's outside". So he goes out. She wasn't there either. "I must have missed her". It was as if his heart was ripped right out of his chest and was crushed into little tiny bite-sized pieces. Raffy closed his eyes and leaned on the wall. "Stupid waltz", he grumbled. Then suddenly, he smells a familiar scent. He turns to his side, and there she was standing right beside him. A smile appeared on his face. "YES", he says to himself. She looked beautiful as always, but she was struggling with the 4 books she was carrying. The heavy Chem book fell to the ground. As soon as the book dropped to the ground, Raffy bended over to pick it up, like a reflex. "Here you go", he said as he handed the book to her. She smiles and takes the book. "Thank you". Raffy smiles and blushes slightly. "You're welcome". He looks the other way because he didn't want her to see him blushing.
"I saw you dance. You make a good Zac Efron, except you're cuter", she giggled. That took Raffy's breath away. He turns to her and smiles shyly.
"You saw that? God. That was embarrassing". His cheeks were getting more and more red.
"What have you got to be embarrassed about? You're a really good dancer", she said.
Raffy struggled to get his words out. "Th-thanks".
He was really red now. She laughed sweetly. "You know I didn't really think you were the dancer type. Boy was I wrong".
At this point Raffy was already fighting the urge to collapse right then and there. It was happening again. His mouth was dry as the Sahara desert. His lips trembled, and his tongue didn't want to move. "Oh really? Why? You know me?", he managed to let out.
"I see you here everyday. And for some reason we always stand next to each other", she said laughing.
"Don't lose consciousness. Deep breaths", he said to himself. "You noticed that too huh?"
"Well I may not have super strength", refering to the book she was juggling. "But I'm not blind". Then she smiled that sweet soft smile that he loved. Her smiled calmed him down. His breathing went back to normal, and his heart wasn't palpitating like crazy anymore.
"I'm Raffy".
Before she could say anything else, the usual white shiny Fortuner pulls up the road. "Oh that's my ride", she said.
Devastated that he didn't get her name, Raffy tried to smile at her. "So so close to getting her name", he said to himself.
She smiles her sweet smile at him then walks to her car. She opened the door. Before she got in, she looked at him. "Oh and by the way, I'm Rachel "