Somewhere between stolen fries and exchanged glances,
we stopped being just classmates.
That day after school, the sky was cloudy, the corridors empty.
You were standing near the notice board, alone, like always.
And me? I was late because I was waiting…
Waiting to see if you’d wait too.
You did.
Without a word, without a plan.
You just… waited.
"Why are you still here?" I asked, acting cool.
You shrugged. “Maybe I forgot something.”
I smiled. “Or maybe someone.”
You looked away, blushing again.
And I swear, I fell a little more for that silence.
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Weeks passed.
Our bond grew quiet but deep. Loud only in our hearts.
I got in trouble again (of course ). This time for sneaking into the AV room to play music. You walked in, caught me red-handed, shook your head with that you’re impossible look.
"One day," you whispered, "you’ll land in big trouble."
"And you’ll save me again?" I smirked.
You paused… and then said, softly,
"Every time."
My heart? Gone. Melted.
Even a tornado can’t spin that fast.
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That day, I wrote a note and slipped it into your locker:
“To the boy who speaks less, but says everything…
I see you. I like you.
From the girl who never stops talking, except around you.”
________________
And the next day?
You left a reply:
“To the girl louder than thunder…
I think I’ve been waiting for you since forever.”
__________________love______________
Should we stop here? Or take it all the way to the final chapter the confession?
Tell me, my sweet readers! ️
we stopped being just classmates.
That day after school, the sky was cloudy, the corridors empty.
You were standing near the notice board, alone, like always.
And me? I was late because I was waiting…
Waiting to see if you’d wait too.
You did.
Without a word, without a plan.
You just… waited.
"Why are you still here?" I asked, acting cool.
You shrugged. “Maybe I forgot something.”
I smiled. “Or maybe someone.”
You looked away, blushing again.
And I swear, I fell a little more for that silence.
__________________________
Weeks passed.
Our bond grew quiet but deep. Loud only in our hearts.
I got in trouble again (of course ). This time for sneaking into the AV room to play music. You walked in, caught me red-handed, shook your head with that you’re impossible look.
"One day," you whispered, "you’ll land in big trouble."
"And you’ll save me again?" I smirked.
You paused… and then said, softly,
"Every time."
My heart? Gone. Melted.
Even a tornado can’t spin that fast.

_______________________
That day, I wrote a note and slipped it into your locker:
“To the boy who speaks less, but says everything…
I see you. I like you.
From the girl who never stops talking, except around you.”
________________
And the next day?
You left a reply:
“To the girl louder than thunder…
I think I’ve been waiting for you since forever.”
__________________love______________
Should we stop here? Or take it all the way to the final chapter the confession?
Tell me, my sweet readers! ️