I roll my eyes. I flip my hair in frustration. I tell my friends you're such a punk.
You dress funny, you talk funny, and you walk funny. But that doesn't mean you're funny at all. You just irritate me a lot. The mere sight of you makes me want to vomit.
I sneer. My eyes flicker up. I grind my teeth. Why can't you just disappear? Why did God waste his time making a piece of useless vermin like you? I tell my friends you're a lazy cow. Can't you find something good to do in your life?
I cringe in my seat. You get to be Romeo. That's dumb. No, I take that back you are. I feel for Juliet. She's got to be unlucky. I faint in my seat. I'm Juliet.
I bat my eyes and bite my lips. You just passed my way and I feel like I'm flying. I was wrong to think you were a dumbbell. I didn't know you're really a great person. I feel like I got electrocuted. No wonder, I felt your skin touch mine.
I blush like a tomato. It's the kissing scene. I close my eyes; I feel your breath on my face. I feel you get closer, your warmth pressing close to me. I wish you kissed me, as me and not Juliet. I feel your lips kiss mine gently and I feel like all the choirs of angels in heaven sang songs of praise. To my kiss, I doubt. To my love for you…maybe.
The months have passed and I start to get nervous. You inch closer to me and I feel chills climb up my spine. Your angel breath warms me as you secure me with a kiss from heaven. But this time I'm not Juliet.
