The people in the hallways making out disgust me. It's true. A hug and maybe a quick peck would be appropriate, but feeling each other up in the hallways is just...well...a violation of your privacy and our eyes. Honestly, get a room.

Usually, I'm not really the type to fall in love so easily. In love, I see the practical side of things more than the typical fairy-tale of "A knight sweeping a princess off her feet and living happily ever after."
I have goals, I have aspirations. Falling in love would distract me greatly...plus, I would loose my sense of self. Everyone, whether or not they want to admit it, knows what this is, and maybe have experienced this themselves. I know I have, I'll admit it. If you have no idea what I'm talking about though, it's basically when a girl thinks a guy is cute/ falls in love and changes herself so he'll like her more. They become gigglier, dumber, and sometimes even blonde. (I've given up trying to count all the girls in the school who have dyed their blonde. It's over 50, now. x__x )

That's why I don't really want to fall in love that much. I don't want to kiss in public, I don't want to get so wrapped up with a guy that I forget about my writing, my flute, or my drawings. I want to go through life without being attached to the hip with someone.

Girls get so wrapped up in this fairy-tale love romance that it's like they loose touch with reality. When reality hits, though, it hits them hard. They get in fights more easily. And soon, they move on.

I want someone who will stay with me no matter what. I don't see that in highschool, anywhere.

There's one guy I can't help but notice, though.

I mean, after all, I am a girl, it's only natural to notice a few cute guys...but this one guy...I don't know how to describe it...in a nutshell, I think it goes like this: Crush at first sight.

I was at a soccer game. Of course, I was dragged along by my friends, against my will. They wanted to hang out and chat. I felt a bit like a loner that day, I wasn't in the mood for silly, idle chat.

So, I walked around for a while( getting away from my friends for a bit.), thinking things over in my head and watching a random dove fly above me. Suddenly, I felt really tired. Like my legs might give out from under me if I didn't sit. (Okay, maybe I'm over-exagerrating.)

Along the side of the field, a little aways from the bleachers, they had concrete seats. Everywhere was full except this one place beside someone wearing a hood. I couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl, because the hood was up. So, I walked up to the person and asked politely "Are you saving this spot for any friends?" they shook their head no. So I said "Can I sit here, then?"

The crush at first sight happened when he looked up at me. I hesitated. It's like I lost my voice for a second. He was the most handsome boy I had ever seen in my life. In my eyes, anyways. He replied "Go ahead."

I sat down beside him awkwardly. Never in my whole life had I ever thought of a boy as truly, honestly handsome. I only thought they were cute, or hot, or something along those lines.

I wonder if I was blushing? I hope not. Immediatly, a red flag went off in my head. This was probably how the girls making out with guys in the hallway felt. This was the first step for me before I'd be making out in the hallways with this random, handsome guy I hardly knew.

I knew this, yet I didn't want to leave his side. Damn hormones.

As I was thinking this in my head, I flipped out my cellphone, not sure what to say. I pretended to be texting so I wouldn't be forced to say something to break my shy silence. Then it dawned on me that this might be slightly rude and awkward to him, so I put my phone back in my pocket.

The silence lasted for a minute. Thank god there was a game going on. I pretended to watch it. During a break though, I had to say something. I couldn't put it off any longer. I had to talk to the first guy I ever truly thought of as handsome. I glanced at him. I noticed that he had taken his hood down and was running his hand through his dark hair and patting it down. "Haha, yeah, I hate hat hair too." I thought.

"So...why aren't you hanging with friends?" I inquired. I was wondering. Shouldn't he have a million girls swarming around him trying to kiss him, or something?

"Oh, I didn't bring any friends with me." he said with a grim smile.

"Oh. Well, my friends dragged me here." I said "-but I kinda tend to be a loner sometimes. It's easier to think when you don't have 6 people around you talking at once."

He smiled, flashing his white teeth. I melted on the inside.

We made more petty conversation, I made him smile a few more times, and he made me smile too. It was a typical conversation, though. One that people who just met would talk about.

I had to leave soon though, and when he got up to get himself a water, I disappeared into the crowd, found my mom, and went home. I regret I never got to say goodbye. I didn't want to appear ditzy or anything though, so I left before I could let myself do that. Oddly enough, though, I felt like myself when I talked to him.

I never said anything to my mom. Not even my friends.

I saw him in the hallways at school. We both just looked through each other and passed each other by. "We were just accaintances, after all. And he's just a boy. I should just forget about him."  I thought. "I have better things to do."

I saw him from my bus window today, passing by as he made his way to his bus. I also saw a girl run up to him, and I saw him hug her. It was obvious they were boyfriend and girlfriend. At least he wasn't making out with her, I thought with a sigh. All they did is hug and share a swift kiss. Inside, I felt torn. I should be happy, I could continue my drawing, writing and playing flute with no distractions now. I also felt slightly hurt, but not too much. I hardly knew him, anyways.

He doesn't even know I exist. I should just forget he ever existed, too, and focuse on my passions. They will get me further than any boy will ever get me.