mr. I could see you flirting from across the way.

I was already in bed but I decided to take one final look at myself. The mirror in the half bath I shared with my step mother did my features the exact justice they deserved. There I was, the same as always. Short black hair pulled up into a messy pony-tail, curves, and thick black glasses. The kind some would consider sexy and sophisticated, but on me they were a different story. They made me look even geekier then Velma Dinkley.
I shuffled back to my bed, wearing old basketball shorts and an Areosmith tee shirt. I just finished my reading for the night. Evernight by Claudia Gray. I hate finishing books like these, and I wished I didn't. Whenever I finish these books about the ordinary girl and extra ordinary guy falling in love no matter what the consequences or differences, I go into a trance like state. I feel as if my life will never measure up.
I want more then anything to be in love like these people, I mean sure I have been in love but not like this. I know I can't have a vampire but I want to be so in love that with every slightest of touch I can't help but know that I am never going to stop feeling so special when this person does even the littlest things to show he cares. Even a subtle crooked smile.

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I awoke to a ray of light beaming right in my eyes, figures. The dust filled beam was a surprise to me though. How late had I slept? That answer was soon to be answered, by none other then my best friend Blake. He came into my room with a grand entrance of a stumble and sat down on the edge of my bed. He grabbed the red hard cover book that I fell asleep with and sighed.
"Why do you still read these kinds of books?" he almost sounded disappointed.
"You read and never forget, I think that is why I love books. It is something that will always be there and I can never forget. I can relive each moment by rescanning the page over and over again."
"That doesn't answer my question, why do you read these kinds of books? Vampires, love, teenage angst. You know it will never be a reality."
I couldn't answer that question. Not in the way I wanted to at least. It should be so easy to just come out and say, "So I can never forget the experiences I wish I had.", but that sounds way to freaky.


To be continued...