It's been a month already? The . Bipolar Taeyeon on the way.

I sat back into the newly placed beanbag chair in the corner of the library.

The environment around me was so studious, published literary works lined the shelves from Harry Potter to books about the mating habits of kangaroos.

There she is.

Beautiful dyed hair.

Bright eyes.

Dazzling smile.

She comes every other day.

I would drop dead in a second if she looked over at me. Dear God let her notice me-

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She looked at me.

God you are the most almigh-

SHE ING SMILED AT ME.

I noticed that her eyes literally disappeared.

What is this feeling?

I feel tingly.

My senses are going into overdrive.

My fingertips want to just grab her gigantic b-

WOW SHE'S SO CUTE, COVERING WITH HER HAND AS SHE GIGGLES.

Wait, what was that? You thought I was going to say S? HOW MUCH OF A ERT DO YOU THINK I AM?!

I WAS GOING TO SAY BAG.

Anyway ---

That bag looks heavy, weighing down her shoulder.

Her precious, precious shoulder... Now I sound like Gollum. What in the world...

she's walking over here.

What in the actual fuc-

"Hi there." She was right in front of me.

Confused, I turned around to see if there was anybody behind me. Then I pointed at my face with a surprised look.

"Me?"

She giggled a girly giggle. "Yes, you."

"Oh... Hi." I waved.

She giggled again and waved back at me even though we were only about a meter away from one another.

She's interested? I KNEW IT. MY GAYDAR SENSES HAVE NEVER FAILED ME!

I cleared my throat to put on my "inviting" voice and said, "I'm Taeyeon, what brings you here today?"

"Um... my little sister actually brought her most prized toy here and she forgot to bring it home. So I'm just here to get it." Her eyes look to my thighs. Obviously avoiding eye contact but blatantly checking me out. Of course, I'm too hot to ignore.

I inwardly scoff. Excuses. "You know it isn't that embarrassing to just admit it. I feel the same way."

She took a double take at me. "Excuse me?"

"I know how you feel. I used to be as insecure as you."

"Um... her toy is actually that-"

"Shhh, it's okay." I stand up and wrap my arm around her. I leaned toward her ear and hotly breathed, "You're pretty cute yourself."

I noticed her whole body became rigid and blush was creeping up her neck.

She turned to me as I was ready for a y comeback.

Then she whispered, "I'm not a ing dyke." And with that closure she grabbed the pink beanbag and shoved the tag in my face. Property of Angela Hwang. Don't sit on it! She then angrily stomped away.

There goes my first love.

And my dignity. I never again sat on another beanbag.

What the did I just write?