The Library

Blog Post: 3

Song being played while writing this post: 3 S’ by Mindless Self Indulgence.

Topic: the Library.

What I should be doing: writing The Art of Faking It.

Alright basically the library is my one source of having a social life, I’m homeschooled and any free time I have is then spent on a chat site for writers. I go to the library so I can download my stuff freely, and to talk to people.

People being the librarians and almost no one else.

So yeah if you didn’t get it before I spend most of my time on my computer.

Anyway there was a guy there, well guy isn’t the exact word for it considering he’s around sixteen/seventeen (which means he’s in my league…well age-wise at least), now I wouldn’t call him ultra-hot but he is pretty cute and he looks like the type of guy who would know/read the Harry Potter books, so I figured we’re soulmates.

Yeah I know I jump to things too quickly, moving on.

Turns out he’s also a volunteer at the library…by choice, which means he’s always around, which means that he could be just about as big a nerd as me. Plus he’s always in the sci-fi section.

True love anyone?

Only problem is…well actually there are two problems now.

1). He’s always listening to his iPod, my friend told me I should yell at him, I find that embarrassing though so I didn’t do that.

2). He already caught me staring once, now he might not have thought I have staring, he might have thought I was looking at book behind him.

Yes this is VERY far-fetched but all hope helps.

Anyway you probably want to know how I know so much about what this guy does/who he is, turns out I didn’t do much work at all, really the whole thing just cost me my pride, and I don’t have much of that left.

I asked the librarian, he totally saw through my cool and suave way of asking. He was nice about it though, instead of asking me if I liked the guy he just smiled knowingly. Thanks librarian.

So yeah, now the only thing left to do is talk to him.

I’m scared. I haven’t talked to a boy since the lifeguard at the beach who helped me out when I got stung by a sting ray (no I wasn’t carried, I wish), and even though he was mega-hot AND read the Harry Potter books he was also older than me (like in his twenties).

So here I go.