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OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING IVE EVER RRREAD IN MY LIFE

hey if you felt up to it i would love prompt 26 🫶

i think your writing is amazing btw 🤍

you're amazing 🥹 (026 = people are jerks, but not you)

here's the prompt list.

Alex was shy, a bit too awkward around people in general, especially when he had a crush on someone like he did on you. He didn't even know your name or which classes you took, but he had your face etched in his mind like a daily mantra. He was already imagining what it would be like to introduce you to his parents and teach you some guitar fingerpicking. And the idea of it brought a sweet, light smile to his face.

With the help of some friends, Alex had learned your name and your college major, something he hadn't anticipated. This added an even more intelligent air around you in his imagination. His friends' voices had reached you, not directly, but through whispers, and Alex's blushing cheeks whenever he was near you made you wonder if he could feel something for you. Just like you, who had noticed him before in the hallways and the few pubs with good music that the city had to offer.

Alex had learned that you spent about two hours after Monday and Tuesday classes in the library of the building where he had some classes, studying. It seemed like you did it on purpose just to see him, and you did. You found yourself repeatedly doing that because you knew he would be there faithfully, and he never disappointed you in that regard.

On that afternoon, Alex felt more courageous. Despite his sweaty and trembling hands, he gently touched your shoulders to get your attention. You glanced at him quickly, your mouth opening in pleasant surprise. You had exchanged a few glances with him, as you always did, but you never imagined him coming up to you, and you weren't bold enough to do it either. Your cheeks grew warm, and Alex's ears turned a rather adorable shade of pink as you saw a strand of his hair falling onto his forehead while he looked at you, waiting for you to take off your earphones. You wished you could touch him, run your fingers through his curls, and get a closer look into his eyes. It was as if he were exactly what you had imagined while staring at him from afar for so long. He thought the same of you and was about to discover that you were as amazing as his mind had estimated.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he laughed, realizing he knew the song you were listening to and liked it too. "Can you help me with a statistics task? I'm not very good with numbers," he said politely, appearing to be radiant just from being near you, even though he was nervous.

You nodded, and he sat down next to you, opening his notebook. You laughed at him, offering a comforting smile to reassure him that you could help. You scooted closer to him so that you could smell his mix of cigarette and mint, which was refreshing, pretty much addictive. You'd be taking your time. Your arms lightly brushed against each other, creating an electric spark, but in the best possible way. He took the opportunity to rub his arm gently on yours.

While you were explaining, he looked at you with a calm and shining gaze. It seemed as though he was memorizing every detail of your face and hair, from the tip of your nose to the very last strand. It was clear that he wasn't really listening anymore, as his mind was captivated by your presence.

"You're not listening," you said sweetly, nudging him with your elbow and resting your head slightly on his shoulder. He leaned closer to you, but before your head could properly rest on him, you straightened up, determined to explain again. "No need, babe, I managed to understand," he said, warming your chest with the petname. He took the pencil from your hand slowly, as if each moment was a precious calculation not to be wasted. He let the back of his hand touch yours, and then he redid the problem, explaining it back to you since he failed to pay attention to the words coming out of your mouth because he was too lost your gentle gaze. He perfectly understood the subject at hand, but he had heard someone mention that you were good at that discipline, and it seemed like a good reason to strike up a conversation with you.

You smiled at him, knowing exactly what he had done. When he finished, he noticed the realization on your face, and his complexion became as vibrant as you had never seen before. Could you actually like someone you barely knew? It didn't seem fair. You remained silent for a while, feeling a bit awkward yet comfortable with each other, something that could become a usual occurrence and neither of you would mind. Your eyes traced his face, and when his hand reached up to brush away a stubborn strand of hair from your cheek, you wished you could feel more of his touch. Almost involuntarily, you held his hand, letting it rest on your shoulder. His gaze on you was so comforting, as if he genuinely wanted to be there in that moment and not take advantage of you in any way that men might think of doing. He made you feel good in his presence.

It had only been a few minutes together, but months of silently observing each other. He was just as you had photographed, and his reputation so far had been that of a decent person. You liked how he was quiet and introverted in public places. You needed to be with him, get know more of him. He was so close, just a few more centimeters, and his forehead would touch yours, and you could share the same breath. He wanted to have your scent embedded in him as much as you gasped for it. "You know, people here are quite jerks, but not you," you spoke softly and breathlessly, and slowly his nose touched yours, and he had such a sweet smile and light touch on your skin that it was worth the wait for him to finally make a move.

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