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Spelling Lovesick
Written on: Monday, November 9, 2009
Time: 9:01 AM
AN: Pure geeky fluff.
Spelling Lovesick
The 8th grader all gathered into the hall, waiting nervously for whatever they will be hearing from the committee. I glanced around the room, most of the students were from my school, but some are from other schools in the city.
Lauren found some empty seats, and she decided to drag me along.
“Faye! Come and sit down!” she said to me, a hint of excitement in her eyes.
I nodded and followed her. People were busy taking their seats. Most of them were already empty in minutes, so I hurried up to my seat before someone takes it.
It was on the fourth row; I looked around and saw Lauren waving at me impatiently. Passing the others slowly, I made my way to my seat.
“Hey Faye,”
I turned and saw Marcus, our class president sitting next to me. I gave him a curt nod before facing straight to the podium.
I looked around and saw Helen, Ingrid, and Ben sitting in the front. All huddled up and busy talking with each other. I can’t help but smirk when I saw Helen blushing as Ben smiled shyly.
“Uh, so have you studied yet?” Marcus asked suddenly. He cocked his head slightly as he leaned back. His hazel eyes stared at me curiously. “Not a thing.” I said as I laughed a little. We were supposed to compete in a spelling bee competition. Although I was sure I won’t win because the lack of training.
He smiled, giving me his warm, calm smile that I rarely see. “Have you seen Willis? He’s at the back, alone.” He said quietly. I turned my head to see my best friend sitting in the back just like Marcus said. He waved at me, and I smiled weakly at him.
Lauren poked my back. I gave her a mischievous grin and started tickling her. Marcus laughed lightly at the sight of it.
I turned to him; once again those warm hazel eyes of his bore into mine. Then my mind started playing imaginations of him and I; to be close to him, to run my hand through his messy auburn hair, let his hands caress my blushing cheeks, to feel his heartbeat that gets faster by the second…
To taste those soft lips of his.
“Hey maybe I could test you!” he said. Images of us blurred as he came into view. I nodded again, hoping that I’ll get something out of this.
He asked me a few words, and I did the same. All we had to do is spell it, easy as pie. Then the word “affection” caught my eye. Mischief glistening in my eye, I decided to test him with that.
“A-F-F-E-C-T-I-O-N” he finished. I smiled in relief; maybe this will give him some clue.
Then his lips formed an ‘oh’ and he quickly flipped over the page of the dictionary. “Paramour.” He asked me with confidence.
I spelled it, correctly I guess. Then grabbed the dictionary from his hands and began rummaging for the word. “Breathtaking” I said. He spelled it correctly as always.
All this time we’ve been nothing but close friends, joking around and complimenting each other. Somehow I just noticed that I had other feelings for him, stronger ones.
Then the MCs showed up and gave a quick introduction. Then they decided to play a game.
While we watched the hilarity of it, thanks to the over-the-top contestants, I saw him looking at me from the corner of my eyes. He didn’t laugh, but looked at me with a content look.
I turned to him and grin. Seeing this he smiled back. Unbeknown to him, he grabbed my hand and held it tightly. Our fingers intertwined. I widen my eyes seeing this.
Seeing the look on my face he realized that something was wrong. Looking down, he quickly let go of my hand, blushing furiously and looked away. I kinda regret it; it was great to feel his hand in mine, warmness washed all over me.
“Sorry,” he stuttered out, still not looking at me. I put my hand on his shoulder, and brushed away the hair on his face. “Don’t be,” I whispered.
He looked at me as if asking ‘is this real?’ I chuckled lightly and grabbed his hand with mine, entangling it once more.
He grinned and he opened the dictionary, ready to test me again.
“So, how do you spell lovesick?”Labels: original work
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Spelling Lovesick
Written on: Monday, November 9, 2009
Time: 9:01 AM
AN: Pure geeky fluff.
Spelling Lovesick
The 8th grader all gathered into the hall, waiting nervously for whatever they will be hearing from the committee. I glanced around the room, most of the students were from my school, but some are from other schools in the city.
Lauren found some empty seats, and she decided to drag me along.
“Faye! Come and sit down!” she said to me, a hint of excitement in her eyes.
I nodded and followed her. People were busy taking their seats. Most of them were already empty in minutes, so I hurried up to my seat before someone takes it.
It was on the fourth row; I looked around and saw Lauren waving at me impatiently. Passing the others slowly, I made my way to my seat.
“Hey Faye,”
I turned and saw Marcus, our class president sitting next to me. I gave him a curt nod before facing straight to the podium.
I looked around and saw Helen, Ingrid, and Ben sitting in the front. All huddled up and busy talking with each other. I can’t help but smirk when I saw Helen blushing as Ben smiled shyly.
“Uh, so have you studied yet?” Marcus asked suddenly. He cocked his head slightly as he leaned back. His hazel eyes stared at me curiously. “Not a thing.” I said as I laughed a little. We were supposed to compete in a spelling bee competition. Although I was sure I won’t win because the lack of training.
He smiled, giving me his warm, calm smile that I rarely see. “Have you seen Willis? He’s at the back, alone.” He said quietly. I turned my head to see my best friend sitting in the back just like Marcus said. He waved at me, and I smiled weakly at him.
Lauren poked my back. I gave her a mischievous grin and started tickling her. Marcus laughed lightly at the sight of it.
I turned to him; once again those warm hazel eyes of his bore into mine. Then my mind started playing imaginations of him and I; to be close to him, to run my hand through his messy auburn hair, let his hands caress my blushing cheeks, to feel his heartbeat that gets faster by the second…
To taste those soft lips of his.
“Hey maybe I could test you!” he said. Images of us blurred as he came into view. I nodded again, hoping that I’ll get something out of this.
He asked me a few words, and I did the same. All we had to do is spell it, easy as pie. Then the word “affection” caught my eye. Mischief glistening in my eye, I decided to test him with that.
“A-F-F-E-C-T-I-O-N” he finished. I smiled in relief; maybe this will give him some clue.
Then his lips formed an ‘oh’ and he quickly flipped over the page of the dictionary. “Paramour.” He asked me with confidence.
I spelled it, correctly I guess. Then grabbed the dictionary from his hands and began rummaging for the word. “Breathtaking” I said. He spelled it correctly as always.
All this time we’ve been nothing but close friends, joking around and complimenting each other. Somehow I just noticed that I had other feelings for him, stronger ones.
Then the MCs showed up and gave a quick introduction. Then they decided to play a game.
While we watched the hilarity of it, thanks to the over-the-top contestants, I saw him looking at me from the corner of my eyes. He didn’t laugh, but looked at me with a content look.
I turned to him and grin. Seeing this he smiled back. Unbeknown to him, he grabbed my hand and held it tightly. Our fingers intertwined. I widen my eyes seeing this.
Seeing the look on my face he realized that something was wrong. Looking down, he quickly let go of my hand, blushing furiously and looked away. I kinda regret it; it was great to feel his hand in mine, warmness washed all over me.
“Sorry,” he stuttered out, still not looking at me. I put my hand on his shoulder, and brushed away the hair on his face. “Don’t be,” I whispered.
He looked at me as if asking ‘is this real?’ I chuckled lightly and grabbed his hand with mine, entangling it once more.
He grinned and he opened the dictionary, ready to test me again.
“So, how do you spell lovesick?”Labels: original work
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