continuation of previous... well sort of... just shit in my head... i dunno... i think i put one like these up before, i don't remember... if anyone actually reads them... well... if lets say 2 or 3 people comment on it i shall add another...im a hopeless romantic - if you laugh ill slit your throat. and im not joking. ill seriously hunt you down and slit your throat. and beware... i do know whether or not you're laughing... *morbid little thing aren't i?*

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She sat staring at the chalkboard, watching the teachers mouth move, but not hearing any words come out. The only she was aware of was him behind her. Honeslty, it made her tense, but inside she was jumping for joy. She could be near him... it felt nice. She turned around to "look at the clock" for the 7th time in the past 5 minutes. She knew she was being way too obvious, but she didn't care. The bell for next class rang, and everyone got up eagerly. The teacher smiled nastily and reminded them it was a double. Everyone groaned and sat back down. It seemed she was the only one who rather liked this class.

"May I go to the wash room?", she asked the teacher quietly.

"Yes, you may. ", he answered without looking up from his work.

She left the class and walked out into the deserted hallway. She didn't really have to go to the bathroom, but since he had left the room the class had become boring. She opened the door into the stairwell. Looking out into the blizzard outside, she sat down on the stairs. It seemed like forever had gone by, and then she finally heard the door opening behind her. She knew it was probably the teacher, realizing the not even she could take so much time in the bathroom, had decided to come yell at her for skipping his class himself. She turned around, and there he was. Not the teacher. it was him.

"Um...hi?", she said cautiously. She didn't want him to leave. No matter what. She wanted to stay here and talk to him.

"Hey,", he answered, "Whats up?"he answered, taking a seat beside her on the stairs.

(HIS POV)

I opened the door to the stairwell, and there she was. On the stairs, lost in her own private thoughts. I wondered if she minded any company. They only thing I wanted at this moment was to sit in this stairwell and talk to the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen.

(END HIS POV)

And so the conversation dured. With a sigh she rested her head on his shoulder. she felt him tense up - he tensed up at her touch- and realized what she was doing. She lept up, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. Realizing what it seemed like he put his arm around her shoulders and drew her down again. They were so close... he kissed her forehead, then he nose, and with a slight hesistation, leaned down and kissed her lips. When she didn't protest, he deepened the kiss. She moaned quietly into his mouth, and he drew away slowly. Somehow while they were kissing she ended up on his lap. She cuddled against his chest, and felt his hand go under the back of her shirt. She looked up at him with a smile-

"Hello? Miss? Maybe you should answer the question?", the teacher was standing in front of her with a ruler. She answered the question, and turned around to check the time.

It looked like she was lost in her head again, he thought... it was what he loved about her, she wasn't afraid to dream. The teacher slammed the ruler on her desk impatiently, and jolted her out of her dream. Idiot... he muttered. She answered his question, and turned around to check the time, he looked at her eyes, and just for a moment, they seemed to rest on him for a second before going back up to the clock. He shook his head. Hoping was pointless. It was a pointless dream.

And just as before,

He (she?) Felt

Just as

Unbearably

Lonely.

these are just little day dreams I put down on paper... or in this case the computer. It may have at one point been about someone, it may still be, but that is for you to wonder and for me to know. now if you could give some comment...twould be nice... doesn't have to be positive either. if it's negative its called *cconstructive critisism*.

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She sat quietly in the cold. Her fingers were numb a long time ago, and the feeling in her toes had ebbed away. Frozen tears stopped in making their way down her face. Her stomach was in a cold knot... she knew no one would come here. It was late... she was alone. Looking down she noticed her fingers had gone slightly blue. It didn't matter. She was alone. Unloved.

He made his way through the field and noticed a figure sitting beside the door with her back against the wall. As he came closer he saw her and his breath caught in his throat. How long had she been sitting there? She could get sick. Just looking at her face he knew she wouldn't talk. Her lips had gone blue. The frozen tears on her face answered most questions. When he tried picking her up she didn't object so he did. He carried her inside the building, and luckily, it was empty. Sitting down with her still in his lap he smoothed her hair down. Sheunconciously snuggled against him, and he buried his face in her hair. After an hour she had unfroze, and the numbness was gone from even her fingers and toes. They both knew he was no longer needed, but neither of them cared. She revelled in the feeling of warmth near her, and he held her closer.

"Thank you...", she rasped out, her mouth dry from unuse.

"I love you...", he answered without thinking. She looked up at him with a plea in her eyes. He held her closer, and whispered beautiful things in her ear. She cuddled against him, and he lifted her chin and ever so softly put his lips to hers. She deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pulling away she buried her nose in the crook between his neck and his shoulder.

"I'll always love you...", she answered at last, hoping he felt the same way.

"Hello? Heeeelllooooooo? I'm asking you a question you nitwit! Wake up! Her friend pushed her slightly.

"Wha?... Oh.. right.", she answered, the loudness of the classroom waking her from her daydream. Glancing across the room, she saw him staring out into space, lost in his own mind. With a small smile she wondered... no... too small a chance. With a sigh she turned back to her friend.

A guy being shoved into him made him jolt out of his daydream. Looking over he saw her animatedly talking to her friend. With a smile and sigh he went and pushed the guy who pushed him.

And each felt just as

Alone

As before.