Knee Socks [p.l.t]

You where 6, playing with your dolls, I was 12, playing with hormones. When you where 13, you started getting into makeup, and I was 19, getting into trouble. And when I finally noticed you, it was too late.

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Love was something I didnt have time for. In my eyes, it was useless and stupid. Who needs someone to rely on other than themselves? Your best bet is to rely solely on three people known as me, myself, and I. Not me, myself, I, and this other person.

All these feelings went out of the window as soon as I looked out of mine. It was raining and the sun wasn't shining. It was a dreary morning as I got up early to go to work at the record shop down the street and a little ways off to the side. My boss and annoying friend; a fellow who supposedly had his life all together; Dan. He woke me up this morning with a call that was based solely on alerting me that if I was to be late to work again, I'd be out of a job by the next day.

Getting up and lighting a cigarette, I throw on a white T-shirt and a worn pair of jeans. It was just the Record Shop. No use in getting all dressed up to go work at a place that no one even comes too! I haven't had the heart to tell dear old Dan that he's most likely going to be out of a job himself due to lack of sales. No one buys records or CD's anymore besides the so-called "Hipsters" that occasionally walk through without a word.

Walking, no, stumbling to my front door from lack of sleep, I pass a large winow in my apartment right next to the door. Looking out to determine if it could rain anymore than it already is, movement in the corner of my eye appears. 

"Oh its just the school bus..." I sigh. How I wish I could have walked out my front door without another glance. I'd be on my merry way to the record shop; happily smoking my cancer filled cigarette. But no, life wasnt to be that kind to me that day. Something held my gaze at the parking lot a moment longer than I intended. Thats when I saw her. Walking out from the bright red apartment doors of my building; crossing the street, and then waiting patiently to board was a young girl of about 15. 

My cigarette was burning out as it layed in the window sill. Slowing losing its flame until it was no more. My hands pressed to the sill as well; my mouth hung open.

A ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and shone on the girl. She had meduim wavy brown, almost auburn hair. It cascaded to the bottom of her shoulders, and had english roses and dasies braided into the tresses. Her face from afar was a marvel. Her cheeks where pink from the bitter nips of fall winds, and her lips where full. Her eyes where simply mesmerising. Kind and wide as if she'd never seen her own serroundings before. Her clothes fit her well, but nothing could fit her as well as her wrapped in my white sheets. She had donned a cream colored pea coat that was unbuttoned despite how cold it must have been that fall day. She also wore a long pale pink sweater underneath the coat, along with a black skirt. But what made her truely memerable where the cream colored, knitted over-the-knee socks with small pink bows on the sides that matched the roses in her hair and the color of her cold cheeks.

How could I not be aware of an angel with pale skin and doll-like features living under the same roof as me. She stirred something in me as she boarded the bus and drove away to school. Something about seeing her in motion awed me even more. She was truely a gift to this world. Never in my 21 years had I ever seen something so beautiful.

The world became dark as the sky fell that day. I had to go and fall madly and deeply for this being. This girl that was likely 7 years younger than I. 

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Iwas late to work that day. I did not get fired, but I also had no good reason for why I was late. My day was filled with stacking shelves, but my mind was filled with something else. As my mind wondered off and left all of reality and reason behind including my body, I imagined her. Seeing her was definitely a no, but like I said, in the privacy of my wondering and irrational thoughts, I could see her as much as I wanted. She would love me, and adore me. As I about her. 

You may think that it's completely idiotic to think that you can see someone once and fall in love with them by seeing them once. It is, but its also not my doing. I couldnt stop myself from thinking this way even if I wanted. Something inside me changed. I imagined her more than anything else that day. Coming up with pointless senarios and happenings that involved me and her. Together. 

But how cruel she'd be If she was to know of my existance and love for her.

How cruel.

How sadly and gorgeously cruel indeed.

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WARNING: IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS FANFICTION, THEN DONT READ IT. IT IS INTENDED JUST FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES AND IS IN NO WAY TO BE TAKEN LITERALLY! 

SPOILER: THIS STORY WILL NOT END HAPPILLY! JUST LIKE IT WOULD IN A REAL LIFE SITUATION. THIS. WILL. NOT. END. IN. A. HAPPY. WAY.

Ciao

~W.S.

 

 

 

 

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