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; ; one, two, three you’re all i see.

How is it that you can’t seem to wrap your mind around this? She’s staring at you and licking her lips, so doesn’t that mean that she wants you? Nope. It simply just means that she’s staring at the television that’s behind you (because you both happen to be in the same sports grill together) and licking her lips because she has some salt leftover from the fries she has just consumed. Oh, dammit. Why do things like this always happen to you? You contemplate whether or not you should wave at her, but she’d probably think you’re waving to someone behind her. Duh.

This is where you smack yourself in the forehead.

How are you supposed to grasp her attention? She’s so preoccupied now with getting that last drop of coke in her glass that she won’t even glance in your direction. You sigh. This is absolutely, positively, incredibly stupid. Doesn’t she know that you’re the king at the school you both attend? Okay, well, maybe not the king…more like the court jester, but what’s the difference?

OH MY GOD! SHE’S LOOKING! QUICK! WAVE AT HER! NOOOOO!!!!

Great. This is just fantastic. Her best friend, who just so happens to be a black belt, saw you attempting to wave at her. You try to pass it off as if you were smoothing back your fiery red hair, but it’s too late for that. Her best friend has excused herself from the table and is planning on kicking your waving-ass.

; ; four, five, six what a mix(up).

Man, your head hurts. Why did she have to hit you so hard? You keep telling yourself that you would’ve hit her back if she wasn’t a girl. You’re outside, waiting for her to come back out with that girl you really want to meet. It’s cold, unusually cold for this time of year, and all you have on is a tee shirt because her crazy best friend had dragged you outside before you could grab your favorite brown leather jacket. You rub your arms quickly, trying to get warm because you absolutely hate being cold. You’ve decided to go ahead and plop down onto the sidewalk and wait for them to come outside because you don’t feel like standing anymore.

After a few minutes, the doors of the grill open, and you hear the sound of laughter. You glance over your shoulder, trying your best to be completely inconspicuous, and see that it is indeed her and her best friend making their way to the parking lot. After they pass by, you count to three and then get up from your spot on the sidewalk and begin to follow them. You know it might not be such a good idea because who the hell knows what kind of freaky ninja-like skills her best friend might have? What if she can smell you or something really weird like that?

They arrive at their yellow Volkswagen Beetle, and as she unlocks the car, her best friend suddenly calls her over. “Look at the stars!” you hear her say. “Aren’t they pretty, Kai?” This is probably the stupidest thing you’ll ever do, but it’s probably the only chance you will ever get. As the two of them are discussing how nice the stars look tonight, you stealthily make your way over to the yellow Beetle. You carefully, quietly open the door to the back seat and shove yourself into the compact vehicle, thinking, “God, could this car be any smaller?”

; ; seven, eight great, just great.

What in the hell were you thinking? This is probably worse than Chinese water torture! Why must they discuss the subject of how hot this one guy at school is? She seems to be agreeing with her best friend, and this greatly upsets you. Does that mean she doesn’t know you exist? Damn, that sucks for you, doesn’t it?

“Oh, well, okay, who else do you think is cute?” her best friend asks.

She seems to think for a second as she stops at a red light, causing you to hit you head off of the back of her seat. Thankfully, she doesn’t notice. “Hmmm, well, there is this one guy…” she says quietly.

Your ears perk up, eager to hear. “Who is it?” her best friend asks? She’s picking at her nails and shoving some more leftover fries into her mouth.

“I think his name starts with an ‘A’…” she says as she pushes down on the gas pedal when the light turns green. Your heart is racing. Sure, there are tons of people with their first name beginning with the letter ‘A’, so you really shouldn’t get your hopes up at all. “Start naming some guys with their name beginning with the letter ‘A’, Yuffie,” she asks.

Her best friend licks some ketchup off of her fingers. “Let’s see…Ansem?”

“No.”

“Aladdin?”

“No.”

“Auron?”

“No.”

“AERITH!?”

“Yuffie, Aerith is a girl. I so don’t roll that way.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah.”

For a second, you had been holding your breath. “Well, who else is there?” she asks.

“Oh! OH WAIT! There is this one guy I saw earlier during dinner. I see him around school all the time!” her best friend exclaimed.

Yes! This is it!

“I think his name is…oh, what is it? Uh…Archibald!”

What the hell.

; ; ten the end.

“You know, Yuff. I really don’t think his name is Archibald,” she states as she opens her car door. They’ve parked outside by her house. Her best friend lives right down the road. You know this because she happens to be your next-door neighbor (so how is it that she got Archibald out of your name?!).

“Whatever you say, Kairi. I really don’t think it matters. The guy seems like a jerkface anyway,” her best friend said.

You are tempted to jump out of the car and whack her with the umbrella you have found in the back of her car, but that would give away your position. You guess that’s out of the question then. No smacking her best friend with the umbrella.

“No, I think you’re wrong, Yuff. I’ve seen him around school a few times, and I can’t help but to think that it would be really cool if I got to know him. He’s always hanging out with Roxas and he’s always talking about him…Oh, I know what his name is now! It’s…ALEX!”

You have to give her some credit. At least she has the correct letters.

“Whatever, Kai. I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Later,” her best friend calls as she begins to walk down the sidewalk toward her house. She waves and her best friend waves back, and that’s the end of that.

Now’s you chance to get out the car. You reach over to open the car door and, oh my God, it’s locked! You’re in a panic. What will she think about you when she finds you locked in the confines of her yellow Beetle in the morning. And, oh man, what would her father do to you!?

You’re now frantically trying to get the door to open. “Come on, come on!” you whisper angrily. “Open up, you stupid door!”

Oh, you get the door open, but not without tumbling out onto your face and setting off the car alarm. Great. Just great.

You hear footsteps running over to the car, the beep of the car alarm being shut off, and the gasp from her mouth. “…Alex?” she asks.

You raise your head from the ground and spit out a few blades of grass. Someone had mowed her lawn this morning. “Uh…haha…hey there, Kairi.” She’s looking at you as if you have three heads.

“What were you doing in my car?”

Boy, that’s a loaded question. “Oh, this is your car? I must have read the license plate wrong or something…”

Should you tell her that you’re madly in love with her first? Or should you lie and say that you thought it was your car that you thought you were in. Wait, then why would you be in the back of the car? And why would you want to drive a yellow Volkswagen beetle anyway?

“Uh, this is going to be a really long story, Kai. And my name’s not Alex. It’s Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?”

(author’s notes: yes! Finally! All done. I hope you guys love this. Reviews pwease :3)