Crush - August 13, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "crush". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Crush- Squiddy Geiger - August 13, 2012

Orin smiled thinking about the new girl in town. She was perfect. In every way, she was perfection, and she would be his. He'd known it the moment he'd seen her outside Murphy's Hardware. He had known there was a new girl staying with the McKeons - Mrs. McKeons' niece or something, but he'd never thought she'd be so perfect.

He'd started across the street to meet her then, but she'd been met by her cousins; he pretended to have remembered something and turned back, walking home quickly. He'd seen her many times since then, but always with someone; he needed her alone.

When he'd seen her two days later at the Five and Dime, she'd smiled at him as she walked past. She was talking to Jimmy McKeon, but she still smiled at him. He'd almost died, hoping she didn't see his blush. He was biding his time, waiting for a chance to catch her alone. He wasn't stalking her, really. Just following her movements around town, watching her closely. But not stalking her, no.

He'd almost run into her on Thursday in the Shop'n'Save, and had mumbled a "sorry" as he hurried off. She'd been with Mrs. McKeon. She'd frowned slightly, which made his heart drop, but only for a moment, because then she'd smiled again, as she turned away. Or maybe he'd imagined it; he wasn't sure now.

It wasn't until two weeks later, after many close calls, and a lot of frustration, that he finally caught her alone. She was at the library, he'd seen her go in alone. He followed a short time later, and there she was, alone. He smiled and moved around through the stacks, looking for a vantage point. He found one, and, while she wasn't looking, snapped a picture. He hurried out.

At home, he carefully hooked the camera to his computer, and tapped impatiently for the software to recognize his device. He created a folder, and called it "Sharon", then copied the pictures to the folder. At last, she was his. He opened his slideshow software, and watched the faces of his true loves as they floated briefly in front of him.

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