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listless and languid, she lets out a low whine, rests her head upon your lap. soon she drifts off and you are left alone to ponder.
sleepy eyes like honey, clear and oh so very sweet, you wonder if she sees what you see in her. curly hair all mussed up, do you know just how beautiful you are?, as you sweep a few stray strands off her face.
she sways as she walks with her sweater with the sleeves too big for her hands tucked in her pants and you really can't help but laugh because of how disproportionate it looks. her smile is wide and shy and just so goofy it takes all you have not to pull her into a hug so tight she bursts and her guts spill.
she's an idiot with her words sharp with irritation directed toward no one in particular because still, still, she's vexed because why do you multiply them here?! your snickers are met with a glare all stern so you catch yourself, ahem. shift closer to see her notes and you end up struggling together because really, you're not sure why they're multiplied either.
one day you're staring at her fiddling with her pen and then it hits you: you're the biggest idiot here. inane; you who fell for the girl in the stupid sweater and the broken pair of glasses taped together with scotch. you're the fool for holding the girl who cries before and after her math tests and can barely spell her own name right so dear.
but now you're looking down as the very same girl snoozes on your lap; your muscles relax and you feel your lips threaten to pull up into a grin. poke her on the cheek and she twitches slightly, mumbles stop, asshole!. you laugh a little, sink low to press kiss light and gentle to her forehead. she's stupid but so are you for admiring her so.
you don't expect anything to come out of it. you're too different and you won't work, but it's okay; you're content where you are. happier, even. this would be a harmless crush that you'd have fun with; it won't hurt anyone as long as you're careful. you focus your gaze back onto the duffer on your lap, roll your eyes and scoff a little.
she's far from perfect, but by the gods do you love her.