I really want to know how your day was today. I didn't see you smile once.

I really wish you did because you smile is just so breathtakinly beautiful. All your friends were laughing today but you weren't.

Was nothing funny, or were you just unhappy?

Please be happy.

I love it when your happy.

I love you.

Sometimes, I wish it were just me and you, alone together in a quiet room, laughing, talking, and just fooling around like friends.

if I weren't a shy loser, I  could go up to you right now as free time in class comenses, and talk to you as all of your other friends surround you like nothing.

If you were to get up from your seat and stand by me right now to talk to me, I think I may faint, literally. I wouldn't be able to handle it.

I just can't get over how beautiful you are as I study your distinct features intently searching every detail.

I sound like a creep I really do. I know I do. But I just can't look away.

And your laugh. That laugh that just ecsaped past your, plump, pink lips that I imagine taste like a cherry lollipop; it was beautiful and it was the first one today. But you cover it up with you pale hand just to muffle the angelic chuckle. It was beautiful Holland. I need you to know that. If only you could read my thoughts at this second.

But then again you would laugh in my face. And even though your laugh is something else, I wouldn't like you laughing in my face because that would be completley embarrassing.

I wish I could make eye contact with you at this moment but your back is unfortunaetley turned to me, and I could only see your long, wavy blonde hair that cascades down your back.

Love,

     Louis(the outcast)

The shrill ring of the bell breaks the boy out of his concentration and his wide, blue eyes dart up at the clock that is mounted onto the pale blue wall of the classroom. He watches as Holland gets up from her seat before quickly gathering his things and follwing closely behind her and her group of friends. He intently watches her as she whispers something into another girl's ear and she giggles shortly after as her friend does.

The blonde girl looks behind her, catching the blue-eyed gaze of Louis' irises. Louis' same reaction from yestersay occurs except this time he works up the courage to etch a smile onto his lips. Her brown eyes roll and she shakes her head before looking in front of her and turning a corner with her group of friends that usually surround her.

Louis swallows thickly as he feels his intestines twist, turn, and clench painfully. He exits out the double doors of the school with a broken heart.