Inspired

I read a recent post on a blog and was inspired to write this.


It's the first part in a mini series I guess. I don't have a title at the moment.
It's different than my usual and it's kinda sad.
But I hope you enjoy. I really do.




Had he seen her before?
He must have. She seemed too...real. Too...he didn't know the words to use. She seemed refreshing, insightful, cunning, different, and every other adjective that he could think of. It didn't hurt that she was cute too.

What he enjoyed about her most was that she was herself, regardless of the situation.

He always struggled in that department. He felt as though he was constantly changing who he was to fit in. He would be funny with one group of people than quickly change into someone else with the next.

Maybe he was that way because his family had moved 12 times in four years. Maybe because he was an immigrant instead of a citizen of the wonderful United States of America.
When you are the new kid so many times, you start to forget who you are and he lacked and longed for an identity.


Which is why he liked this girl.

He thinks back to when he first met her. Back at that one party in the summer. He didn't want to go but his friends dragged him along and that's when he met her.

If there was one thing that he liked about himself, it was the fact that he tried to be outgoing. He saw the girl and he casually walked up to her and they started talking. As usual, the talk was all crap but switched over to college.

"So you're a senior?"
"Yep. At my high school. Off to college I go next year." Off to college I go? Idiot. What was that? Clever lines, Mr. Bond.
"Yeah, me too. I'm excited though! A new adventure, new place, a new chapter in our lives."
"Frankly, I'm a little scared."

She paused for a moment before asking "Why? You seem like a cool guy who enjoys a good time."
"It just...I don't know. It's just I have worked hard to make it here. I mean, I don't get straight A's but I do well and my friends like me and I don't want that to change."

"So you're going to throw it all away to stay the same? You can't be afraid of change."

He didn't know how to respond to that. And he wouldn't get a chance to.
The girl had to leave somewhere and all of a sudden, everything quickened. His hands became sweatier, his heart started to beat at a higher pace, his vision narrowed down to seeing only the girl walk away.

"Wait!" He called. "I never got your name."

She shouted over her back, " Haha, you never asked. It's April. Nice to meet you."
And then she walked away.


When he crawled into bed later that morning, he could only think of one thing: her. Every few seconds, he'd think about something else, like his increasing homework pile but then he'd quickly switch back to her. And every time he did, he'd get that familiar butterfly feeling. A feeling that he'd started to like.

He just couldn't get her out of his head. Just constantly thinking about her. He wasn't crazy or a stalker but he did friend her on Facebook and he did creep on her pictures and he did creep on her wall.

Maybe he was a creep but he couldn't help himself. Temptation had control of him.

As he started to fall asleep, he thought about previous girls he liked.

There was the girlfriend back in first grade but that didn't count anyway.

There was the girl in fourth grade, who had kissed him on the cheek and he melted on the spot. But when he saw her kiss another boy, he felt disgusted. Angry. Hateful. He vowed that would never happen again.

But there was the girlfriend back in eighth grade. They were together for only the title and after nine months, she broke up with him over phone. And even though he never truly liked her, he still felt ugly, used.
And then the girls in between.


But he had never liked anyone like this.

As he fell asleep that night, a small smile tiptoed across his lips. This could be fun.