Sending mission to Agent Selena...

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My, or our, mission started the day we were waiting for. (One whole night) I had the Guinness World Record to choose a perfect outfit for the date + Cupid Friend. The record is two whole hours which I am surprised myself since I have no interest in fashion. Out of the stock of dump t-shirts and jeans, I looked cool for once. I have no idea why my stack of dump clothing was in my suitcase. Someday probably dumped it in there. I wonder who...

Amelia had her forever fashion sense with skinny neon pink leggings and no sleeve lighter pink shirt with a cute lollipop on it. She even had a matching sunglass that was pink, orange and yellow inside the gold rimmed glasses looking dazzled. This is what we call a Justice lover.

Asher was dressed normal because he doesn't know the secret missions that Amelia planned. But my life isn't a too-good love comic you know? My life is pretty mixed up with a lot of mistakes.

Since me and Amelia took so long to choose our outfits, Asher was irritated when we arrived at the amusement parking lot. The first thing he said was, "The Zap Lightning Rollercoaster wait time is already half an hour. Can you not take long so long to get ready?"

As much as I loved Asher, I know he isn't the most charming prince ever. It's not like he's so outstandingly charming from the other 'good' boys. He wore casual jeans and a Adidas t-shirt. It made the inside of me frown for the massive effort to choose the perfect outfit just for him. I woke up at four o'clock today and I'm not a morning person. But I can't expect too much.

"I'm so sorry, it won't happen ever!" My English was kinda wrong but I managed to apologize. Realizing I do sound too sarcastic, I changed the topic. "C'mon let's go so the wait time won't get any longer."

Asher gave simple nod then dashed to the front entrance. He already bought admission tickets for us so we don't waste more time. Quickly and without a word, the three of us ran to the Zap Lighting Rollercoaster.

"Okay, not a great start but good job for apologizing." Amelia praised while panting for breath. It made my chest warm what a accomplishment I done. I truly deserve the Courage Award for this year.

Than, I noticed the fact that Asher was far away running like a cheetah. Also he plays soccer so his legs are well trained addition to steady breath. I am confident with steadying my breath and controlling my lungs, but I'm a swimmer so I'm really not good with land. It stings the back of my foot when I smash my delicate feet on the hard concrete instead of kicking up the open water. Sometimes, I really do feel at home in the water.

A amusement park day in the middle of summer break is to be honest, horrible. I pushed and squeezed my way in the crowd with babbling people. How did Asher get through this? Being a teenager is the worst. I am in my third year from entering the teens age and along with me, other people are in their teens. Some, sucks.

Before catching up to my crush, Amelia and I was caught by a group of 'bad boys' who was a complete creep. Being a girl is hard—sigh. They had their eyes on Amelia's beauty and her body line and that. I am not planning to identify that. It was a good think I was a famous junior athlete sometimes because I showed a online newspaper of me winning second place in the world competition along with a evidence of my face photo. I lied that I can easily call the cops and some of the people here probably recognizes me. The gang freaked out and gave up on Amelia. These type of problem happens about twice every year for my best friend so I am used to escaping them.

By the time Amelia and I caught up with Asher, he was already standing in the long endless line. I guessed that the wait time wasn't half a hour now.

"What's the wait time?" I asked.

"Turned out the device that sends the wait time crashed and the actual wait time is two whole hours." The thrill loving boy seemed irritated while he stood checked his phone. I silently apologized to him. He was murmuring to himself words I couldn't quite make out.

We actually waited two whole hours and by the time our turn came, my legs were so stiff. As a athlete I was suppose to be strong and all but I just can't handle land.

Amelia, as promised (or escaped), she held back from the ride. I sighed but A single sight of Asher flipped the thought. The rollercoaster seat felt cold but warm. The imaginary chill blowing my heart drew out the fear that was desperately hiding itself. I crossed my fingers hoping I would live.

Mission one, has started.

Asher settled next to me our clothes brushing together. He was excited as ever his wide smile shooting love arrows to my heart. This is what we love sick girls call LA. It means Love Arrows.

The rollercoaster staff checked our seatbelts and said a nice goodbye. She clicked the start button and my neck went gack (If that's even a word). I hit my head lightly as I moaned.

Addition to Mission one, the quest to not puke begun.

The rollercoaster rose the hill of rail as it made fiddles like a rattle snake. I gulped and for a quick moment I forgot about Asher. I took a deep shaky breath and grasped on the handle. The ride made it to the top and I felt the warm summer wind. Like I said, I am a water person, not a land nor sky person ya'll know?

I grasped my eyes lids together. That was a huge mistake cause the moment I closed my eyes, the rollercoaster fell. To people who love rollercoasters, you don't scream when you're scared. You scream when your enjoying the thrill. What you do when you get scared is go mute.

My eyes went blank, kind of died of terror. The rollercoaster turned so fast I hit the side wall. Than it went up again and fell as my stomachs tackled the safety bar. Ack. It took me great effort to not puke the morning waffles. Before I can settle my twirling stomach, the ride went to the climax and quickly climbed the highest rail hill. I blanked out and the next second, my stomach was tackling the safety bar once more. I heard everyone do their scream while I was half fainting out...

"You okay Selena?" I heard the favorite voice ask. Asher was raising the safety bar while I was recovering from fainting. "You look..."

Hideous? Horrific? Full of gross things from my stomach? But thank the universe, I didn't puke. Though, there was hideous and horrific left.

"I'm fine."I managed a lie. Asher seemed troubled as he swiftly hopped off. He lended me his hand (I am so happy) as I managed to get up. We quickly went out from the exit door and met Amelia eating a popsicle.

"How was it?" My friend licked her strawberry flavored popsicle with her rose red tongue. I slumped down on the bench too tired to make out a word.

"Maybe we should go in or something." Asher hesitantly said. He kept glancing at me and I wondered how ugly I look right now. I felt like my hope fizzled away.

Amelia agreed with the boy and helped me get to a restaurant. My mind was a whirlpool and I felt like my sight has gotten thinner. The Cupid friend whispered, "Sorry that wasn't a good idea. And to be honest you look terrible."

I moaned while carrying my butterfly filled stomach. Ugh, half of me want to puke and half of me would want to die rather than puke in front of Asher.

"Okay plan B, have a simple chat with Asher." Amelia smiles.

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"What's simple." I asked while my esophaguses fiercely fights off the gross stuff.

Amelia, for the hundred times, sighed. "Like, 'Asher what's your favorite singer?' Or something like that." She used a weird super high pitched dorky girl sound to act as me. And I believe I don't sound dorky. I will accept being a dork if I'm going to have the same stuff as Nicky from Dork Diaries. Brandon is going to be Asher and Nicky is going to be me, which means I'll kiss Asher.

I didn't realize I was in the room with AC by carrying by the sticky imagination. But please, everyone thinks of those stuff when they imagine their crush right? Or am J being a weird pervy girl.

Asher, Amelia, and I settled down in a comfy sofa chair. We all sat in silence with a unpleasant air swirling around us. I sat on the right side with Amelia next to me on the left. Directly at my best friend sat Asher scratching his head. I glanced at my best friend and my crush. They have two things in common. Their first name both start with 'A' and they look like movie stars.

Amelia, like I described earlier is beautiful. And Asher is basically a perfect man in my opinion. They look so perfect together. Along with my help needing esophagus, my chest hurtled. My eye lids hardly closed and my eyes stung a little. I was at the verge of crying seeing the two people I know.

Four years ago, when we were all eleven starting middle school, there was this ship. A rumor shipping Asher and Amelia. Like all ships, it faded away as time went. But when this ship was alive, being called and oohed by everyone, the only thing I could do is watch. That's when I realized I have a extreme crush on Asher. Four years—it seems like only a month I have a crush on him.

Right now, Asher x Amelia's ship is screaming in my head.

"Selena you okay?" Amelia worriedly hugged me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm ready to go on another ride."

"You sure?" My friend objected. "You don't need to rest a little more?"

"I'm fine. Really." I groaned and took a sip from my water bottle. But the only thing my tongue felt was the air that twisted around. I groaned again and closed my water bottle. Sometimes being a love sick girl is bad.

We slowly left our seat and handed to a family who was looking for a seat. As I get older, I felt something deep about my existence. It meant my dad and mother fell in love with each other, met in the wide world. Maybe not born from love, but every people, every life, was born with male and female meeting across the wide world. There are hybrids now, such as lion and tiger. The two cat families would have never met, but destiny brought them together to creat a hybrid. It felt weird to know every existing thing is created from a miracle meet.

I wonder from time to time, what would I have been doing if I never met Asher. Didn't know his existence? Would I have a different crush? And who?

My stupid questions would never be answered. I know Asher, Asher Montoya.

Anyway enough being wise, I need to complete Mission 2. Mission 1 was completed, but it hadn't brought any romantic to draw me and Asher closer.

"Selena," Amelia whispered softly in my ears while her eyes cautiously glanced at Asher. "When it's sunset, your going to ride the Ferris-wheel with your guy okay?"

"Don't call Asher my guy!" I snapped. My friend blinked in surprise. That was kind of mean of me, she's only trying to help. I realized I was clenching my fest so tight. The grasp loosened and let the new wrinkles in my palms soften.

Tears burned. I couldn't let the drops of water escape from my eyes. It's just so sad.

I hate to admit it, but now I can accept the fact I'm stupid. A idiot. I don't have enough bravery to talk to Asher.

I read a lot.

Kaboosh. A random indeed proclamation. Oof.

My hobby really doesn't have any thing to do with my frog lost brain but I'm a bookworm. Now tell me myself, will I get to open a happy page of the story, Story of Selena's Love? (Made it up now. Horrible naming sense, I know.)

Instead of math, I like reading and language arts better. The words that dances on the page instead of math buzzing everywhere. The flooring of the words is what we call paper. And when they stack up and get covered by a hard wall a new house is made. They are books.

And books have different types. If you classify the main two, they are fiction and nonfiction. If it is fiction, a story is hidden beside the other side of the book. And a story is made up of beginning, middle, and end. Right now, if I have a story, I am at the middle. And later on, I will fall to a end. Life isn't a Disney Princess story. I wouldn't all the sudden find out I'm a princess and have a handsome prince to marry than kiss for a happily ever after.

I wish it was though, I get to kiss Asher right?

What my point is, I probably won't have a happily ever after with my life of age fifteen.

Amelia has big plans for me as the official love Cupid of Selena. She probably want us to come to a point we'll start dating at least. But if I can't even complete Mission 2–having a simple chat with Asher, I will never achieve that hope.

I lost hope, but at the same time, faith came in as Asher's hands reached my shoulders and pulled me closer.