perfection_please

 

The Friend-Zone
is a lonely  AUTOSHOP  reserved for  Third-Wheels & Broken Hearts.

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GuYs

want to be able to tell the  most  beautiful girl in the world
That she is the  "HOTTEST FRICKEN THING"  they've ever laid their eyes on, practically perfect. That she's "DY-NO-MITE" and "BLOODY BRILLIANT".  Just the way she is.


And  not  have  to  reassure  her.

He's  on  the  football team and he's an honor student.  He's t houghtful and he's
witty.  He's  cute  and  he's  goofy  sometimes. You like  the  same music.  And he
always  smells amazing  and  he plays  hockey  too.  Plus  he  asks  you  "how you
doing today, honey?" and he is  shy  sometimes,  but he still  makes  sure  to  talk
specifically  to  you  and  you catch him looking  at you sometimes and  you can't
help but  smile.  And  you  both take a little too long to look  away and  you  can't
get him  out of  your  head  and you start to notice all  the little  things about him
and  they  all d rive  you  crazy.  He always wears  those  cozy-looking sweatshirts
and  you  just  want  to  nuzzle  your face  in his  shoulder.  And  he  always wears
those sneakers  that you always  thought looked  goofy... until you met him. And
you  don't  know  why  you  love  them on him.  And  how his lips  part when he's
thinking and his jaw drops a little. He laughs, shaking his hair, revealing that little
freckle behind  his left  ear.  His  soft  hair  can be a  complete  mess,  but  still  be
absolutely  perfect.  He  spins  on  his heels  when  he  hears  his  friends’  chatter
behind him. His grades are always outright perfect, but he never ever brags. He
can be a total hooligan, or can be discreet and shy. His eyes search to the right
when he gives a fake smile.  He  is  always  scrunching  his  sleees up, over his
elbows. His fingers can paint a symphony the keys on a piano. His face can turn
completely red, just from laughing. He slips into his seat every day, just before
the bell.  He swirls  his  locker combination  without  looking.  He  runs  his hand
through his hair when he thinks. He actually thinks about what he's going to say.
His eyes glaze over  whenever  teachers  speak. He  reads aloud, his voice steady
and   smooth.  His chin  tilts  slightly  to  the  left  when  he laughs. He can  always
break any awkward silences. His sunglasses never seem to stay on  his  nose. He
can make anything  sound amazing.  His words flow out of him like a  poem.  His
jeans wrinkle when he stands and you don't care anymore how much taller he
is   than  you.   Whenever  you're  with  him  you're  sitting  next  to  each  other
anyway.  In  class.  At  lunch.  At all  those football games  that  you  don’t  even
understand. You start remembering his favorite bands and his favorite foods.
You start remembering every little thing he ever said to you and you start to
believe you're going crazy. A crazy cat lady who's allergic to cats. He drives you
crazy. And you don't know why. He makes time for just you and he introduces
you to his family. Your dreams are coming true. You do everything together.
You're all each other can ever think about. You start to be honest with each
other more than you are with yourself. You know each other now more than
you've ever known anyone else. Even though you haven't known each other
long. You talk about your futures together. Then you talk about your futures
that part. You start to drift. And that's painful. You start to miss him even
though he's not gone yet. He is frustrating sometimes. He doesn't realize that
everything about him is killing you. You try to resist him. But you can't. You can't
get him out of your head. Or shake him from your heart. He captivates you...
You love him and you don't know why.