One Shots

Fairytale

I cuddled into his side. Relishing in the warmth and comfort his body provided me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced up, studying his face as he watched the movie we chose for tonight's movie night.

I noticed every little thing he did.

The ends of his lips quirked up when he found something funny, but not fully laughable.

His nose crinkled up crookedly when he saw something gross or gory.

His eyebrows furrowed into a 'v' when he didn't understand something.

He used his thumb to push up his glasses when he couldn't quite see right.

My mental list of every tiny perfect thing was cut off by his eyes connecting with mine.

And there I was.

In heaven, lost in the beautiful gray hue of his eyes as they captured mine in such an intensity.

His eyes gave so much away, I could see the love he had for me. I could see how much he missed his family but also how he hurts for mine. I could see the exact moment when he would get lost in his thoughts because his eyes would glaze over.

He was such an open book at the same time he was a closed one.

Suddenly, I felt soft lips touch mine.

He pulled back with that dorky smile of his, beaming at me for a reason unknown.

"What was that for?" I questioned with an equally goofy smile of my own.

"Do I need a reason to kiss my girlfriend?"

I blushed, even though we've been together for about a year, I still feel those butterflies when he calls me his girlfriend.

"I guess not, no." I stared down at my lap, twiddling with my fingers and trying to hide the tomato shaded blush on my face.

"Baby, you know I can still see you right?"

I stayed quiet.

He gently tilted my chin up so my eyes would meet his.

"Wow. You even make blushing beautiful."

I jokingly shoved him away.

"Stooooopp"

He bounced right back and attacked me in a hug full of sweet kisses and warmth.

"I love you baby."

"I love you more."

Suddenly I opened my eyes and I wasn't in my boyfriend's arms. I looked around the strangely familiar room only to realize one thing.

It was all a dream.

The way I felt in his arms, how safe and loved he made me feel. It was all imagined.

I didn't have a boyfriend.

I didn't have someone who noticed every little thing about me, someone who would hold me while I cried. Someone who would tell me everything's going to be ok if my life became too much.

I didn't have someone who would make me smile or laugh. Someone who made me feel like a princess and like I deserved the world.

I didn't have a fairytale.

But I wanted one.

Everyone wants their own fairytale in life.

And sometimes we see that loving, happy couple living through their own.

And then we begin to imagine what our own fairytale might look like.

Getting lost in a make-believe reality.

Imagining those scenarios before we go to bed, thinking of how a possible future relationship might be.

We hope and pray that we will meet "the one", that special someone who we're meant to share our life with.

And maybe we have to initiate the first move instead of waiting for that fairytale to come to us.

Who knows, maybe someday I'll have my own fairytale.

And maybe you'll have yours too.

And maybeeeee we just have to make the first move. ;)

— Five Days Later —

I stared at the mysterious new boy.

He looked like the typical bad boy, tattoos and piercings and the infamous leather jacket.

But I could see the sweet side to him. The way he always helped someone if they dropped their books or tripped.

I noticed on the board that his seat was next to mine and I mentally prepared myself for what I was about to do.

As he sat down I turned towards him and stuck my hand out.

He looked at me questioningly with a hint of amusement.

"Hi, I'm Kara, and welcome to Newborn High."

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Yes, I'm aware this is very cringy lmao.

It's a little blocky and scattered, but I wrote it like that on purpose. Hopefully it works out 🤷‍♀️

Thoughts?

~Jay <3