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Jan 2011
The boy across the room
He thinks you're really sweet
Why don't you go say "hi?"
Because you are too shy.

He gets up out of his seat
And starts to come my way
I feel my face turn hot
And I hope he has something to say
But then he stops short
To talk to the girl in front
I bury my face in my book again
Trying to hide a grunt

But that's when he walks away
And towards me once again
And that's when I remembered
That girl's his cousin!
I get flustered again
He's coming down the isle
Then he looks me in the eye
And smiles that god-sculpted smile
I'm positive this time
He's coming for me
But I can't look away
What's *wrong
with me?!
But still
I don't know what he wants
My mind is racing
Is he going to ask me out?
Are we going to start dating?

That's when he leans close

And whispers in my ear

"Can I borrow a pencil?"

"Yeah.... Here.."
Written by
Elise Rose LaFever
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