Alec's POV

As I'm sitting at my desk with a piece of paper in front of me, I try to think of something to write. I pick up my pencil several times and put it back down just as many times. After sitting for about 15 minutes, I get up and start pacing my room. I can't think of a single word. 

After another 15 of literally nothing, I hear a knock at my door. My mom peaks into the room and then opens the door fully.

"You doing good, sweetie?" she asks.

"Yeah, why?" I reply. As she steps into my room I see she has a plate of food.

"Well, you haven't come out for food yet for one," she says and then gives me a smile, "No, I just had, I don't know a motherly instinct?"

"What?"

"Nothing. I brought you lunch," she says as she gestures to the plate in her hand. 

"Thanks." Taking the plate from her I sit down on the edge of my bed. My mom sits next to me and only that for a few seconds. Then she turns to me and I can tell she's worried about something because she has that look in her eyes.

"What is it, Mom?" I ask curiously.

"Are you really okay though? If you aren't then I really would like to know."

"It's nothing. I'm just trying to write some poetry, but nothing's coming into my head. Nothing bad," I reassure her. 

"Okay. Just... let me know if you need anything. Okay?" she says as she gets up.

"Of course, Mom. Of course."

"Okay, good. Well, I'll let you get back to that then. I love you, honey," she says as she gives me a hug.

"I love you too." As I give her a hug back and then start to release her,  I can feel her hesitate to let me go. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes. I'm just having a little bit of a hard time at work. Nothing to worry about. Just some people."

"Okay. I hope everything goes well."

"Oh, it will. It just depends on how you'll look at it. Okay, I'll let you eat," she replies as she walks out the door. When she closes the door I start to et my lunch so I can keep working on my poem without any distractions of food. 

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It's been an hour and I can't think of anything. My mind is blank. Well, that's actually not true. I can only think of one thing. And it's Rayne. I mean I don't mind thinking about her, but I don't know why I can only think about her. And more importantly, why I can't stop thinking about her. 

I wonder if she's thinking about me? No. Stop it, Alec. 

Sitting back down at my desk, I put pen to paper and just write what I'm feeling. And apparently, I'm feeling a lot. Because I write ten poems in the span of half an hour. Ten poems. And guess what they're about. Or actually, who.

That's right. Rayne.

Getting all these feelings out just makes me feel so much better. Like I've said something that I've needed to say.

 Except I've written it down on paper. As I'm reading it I start to wonder things. Do I like... No. Of course not. I need to get some fresh air. I get up from my desk and grab my jacket to go downtown and as I walk out the door I say bye to my mom. Walking down the street I see my neighbor out in her garden. 

"Hey, Mrs. Peters," I say as I wave. She looks up from planting a lemon tree and greets me cheerfully.

"Hello, Mr. Alec! How are you doing today?"

"Good, you?"

"I'm doing okay. Mr. Peters is still in the hospital but I'm hoping he'll be able to come home soon," she replies.

"Well, we're keeping you guys in our prayers. Have a good rest of the day," I inform her.

"Thank you, dear. You too." And with that, I go on my way. 

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As I'm walking around downtown, I think about the poems that I've written, and why I wrote them. When I started writing I wasn't really thinking about what I was putting on the paper. 

Oh my gosh. I left them out in the open on my desk. My mom could walk in my room and just read them. I start to walk back home but stop. My mom would never do that. So instead, I turn around and start walking. I don't exactly know where I'm going. It's as if my feet are just walking on their own. 

After a few minutes, I'm no longer in the downtown area. But I keep walking. My mind travels to Rayne and I start to realize I have a problem. I can't stop thinking about her.  She's just wonderful. How can I not think about her?  

Suddenly my feet stop walking. I raise my head and look around. And now I know where I am. Right in front of me is a very familiar looking house. It's Rayne's house. I don't know how I knew how to get here though. I've only been here once and I had directions.

I don't want to just knock on their door and intrude, so I turn away and start walking in the direction of my house. But something stops me. I don't know what it is but I feel like my heart is pulling me to go back. Instead of turning around I pull out my phone and start to text Rayne.

Alec- Hey, I just wanted to see how you were doing. 

After a few minutes, she texts back.

                                                                                                                    Rayne- Hey! I'm doing fine, thanks. You?

Alec- Good. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up. It's okay if not.

                                                                      Rayne- I'm sorry, but I can't. Family stuff. Maybe another time?

Alec- Yeah sure. Well, I hope everything works out. Bye.

                                                                                                                                                              Rayne- Me too. Bye.

I put my phone back in my jacket pocket but feel something inside of it instead. I pull it out and open the piece of paper up. It's the poems that I wrote. Deciding to be brave, I slowly turn back towards her house and walk up hr driveway. I put the pieces of paper slightly under the doormat and quickly leave. 

Hopefully, she won't know it's from me. I'll die of humiliation if she does.

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Hey guy! I hope you like this chapter! It only took me like, a day to finish. So that's good. Let me know in the comments how you liked it.

I'm dedicating this chapter to @Skyewillow99 because I asked her what should happen and she gave me the idea to use. Thank you so much!

The next chapter will have the actual poems in it. 

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