• There I was. In front of her. The most beautiful girl in the school and possibly the world. With the most beautiful name ever. Ellen Elizabeth Black. She had soft black hair, deep purple eyes, and creamy ivory skin. Of course, I should probably mention that I am the only one who likes her.

    She is also one of my best friends. Her nickname is L because… well her name has a lot of l’s. and she’s a huge fan of death note. But is sucks because she keeps telling me how people keep asking if we’re going out, but she always says she only likes me as a friend. God, I wish I had the guts to tell her!

    Ok back to what I was saying: it was drama class and I was doing a piece of a play with her.

    “Romeo! Romeo! Where fore art thou Romeo?!” L beautifully said.

    “I-it is the east and Juliet is the sun? oh see how she leans h-her hand upon her cheek. I wish I were a… what? None of this makes sense!” I stupidly blurted out.

    “Chris, please try to get this! Our grade depends on it!”

    “L, I’m trying! None of this makes sense! Why does Romeo wish he was a glove?”

    “It was a different time! Romance was different then! Just please try!” I could tell L was trying really hard not to scream at me.

    The real reason I wasn’t doing very well was because I knew what it all meant. I thought I would get… you know… a little too into character. I was afraid she would realize I liked her and reject me. My worst fear.