Wonderstruck

Do you ever just see a beautiful stranger? Not just a stranger that looks nice, but a really beautiful stranger who just captures you with the way they look and the way they act and makes you think about them at 2 am. A beautiful stranger that leaves you wonder struck and makes you somehow want to see them again and be with them forever yet at the same time, make you want to stay away from them so they remain this mysterious beautiful person that's in the world that would never hurt you.
I should have gone with the latter.

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Rose's point of view

I don't go to a castle this weekend because I know my parents are going to the same one as Ethan is. I tell them I'm sick and just sit out in the garden. It's not that I'm mad or creeped out by him, it's just I don't know what to say when he acts like that. I'm frustrated with myself and how awkward I am around anybody. Hell, I speak to old ladies and feel nervous, hence why I am a horrible awkward mess when I speak to Ethan who is basically a god. Let's not lie. 

I go and sit in the garden once they're done. I look up at the sky and smile at the sparrows. They like it where I live because it's a cul-de-sac and the winds are different and they just like to fly around in it. I just love how adorable that is. 

"Pretty cute huh?"  I already know who it is. What I don't know is when this turned into a Nicholas Sparks novel. I stop looking at the sky and look at Ethan instead. He's leaning against my gate, looking at me. 

"Why aren't you at a castle?" I ask. 

"Because you're not." he says. "Can I come in?" 

I nod. "Just open the gate and you're here."

He laughs- not smirks, really laughs - and wanders into my garden sitting on the chair beside me. And then he looks at me. Just looks with curious eyes. I frown. 

"I know what you're doing." I tell him, matter-of-factly. "You're making shit up that isn't true and you're trying to make me fall in love with you. It may have worked on the other girls, but not on me."

He laughs heartily. "I'll let you in on a little secret. I like you. I know it sounds like I'm flirting and making things up but I'm just being honest. And no, I'm not gonna lie, I've been honest with girls before because I liked them and I like you and I'm being honest with you now."

I stare at him and process that. This beautiful boy likes me. That's all kinds of crazy and it's a bit too much to think about so I narrow my eyes instead. 

"You just like me because I don't like you."

"Pfft." he waves the statement away. "You don't like me?" 

"No." I cross my arms as he leans forward in his seat, looking me in the eye.

"Say it again then." he whispers. "Right now."

I sigh, putting my drink down and look him in the eye. "I don't love you like all those other girls."

"I never said you loved me. Tell me you don't like me."

I try to. I really do and I don't know why. I should just say 'Yes, Ethan, I like you, you're amazing" but I'm having a hard time dealing with the fact that we've barely met and barely spoken yet I still like him and he still likes me. I'm logical. I refuse to believe that this is one of those fairytales where  the princess meets the prince briefly and then falls in love. It's dangerous to believe in something like that that could be imaginary. 

"I can't." I admit. 

He smiles. "I'm glad. Have you ever heard the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift?" 

"No."

"Listen to it. It's how I feel about you."

I groan. "Why are you just so blatantly honest?" 

"If I wasn't honest, you'd hate me for that. Now I am being honest and you're still annoyed!" he says, seeming kind of frustrated.

"I think you should go." I say, my heart beating. "My parents will be home soon."

He smirks this time, he doesn't laugh. He smirks bitterly and walks out of the gate. I watch him turn the corner and go into one of the houses on a street that I never payed attention to before. It's weird to know that he's always lived so close.

I want to fall into this. Into this whole story, the story of him and me, but I can't. I refuse to believe that anything we're feeling is valid. It's too dangerous. 

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