This is just a little story I've been thinking about in my head. I don't know if I'll actually finish it haha...
Anyway, it's part non fiction and part fiction.
Enjoy c:
Chapter One.
Point of View: Bébhinn.
5 feet 11 inches. That's how tall he is. The boy that I hate. I hate everything about the jerk. I hate his un-unique name, Ben Bradley. I hate his stupid blue eyes and his dumb hair flips. But most of all, I hate his voice and how when he sings, it casts all the girls under his awful love spell. I also hate his personality. Cocky. Obnoxious...
God, I just want to punch him.
Point Of View: Ben.
She's so cute. Every 5 foot and 2 inches of her. She doesn't even have a clue all the guys want her. I love her pixie hair cut. And how when she laughs, she crinkles her nose. I love how every time I call her a turtle, she gets pissed off. I love how she hates me so much. Or so she says.
She laughs at all my jokes and flirts with me. I know that even if it's deep down, she's in love with me.
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