It started when she noticed those stupid hands. She hated them. She hated how gentle and feminine they looked, in contrast to her bigger than average ones. Before she knew it, she noticed everything about him. She hated it, his aloof, hard to approach facade. What irritated her the most was how all this icy exterior breaks down when his lips forms even the smallest smile. It was the warmest thing she has ever seen. But his whole existence still irked the hell out of her

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She crept her way up without him knowing. She was never his type to begin with. She was loud and bubbly and he likes reserved and quiet ones. She was a social butterfly, he was an introvert and never really liked large crowds. She was always with her friends, giggling and joking around while all he do is observe and listen when he's with his own circle of friends. She's the kind that grabs attention where ever she goes, intentionally or not. Almost everything about her was child like, from her smile to the way she talks. He thought he wasn't into those kind of girls. He prefers mature girls that has at least a bit of appeal, which she doesn't have. Well, that's what he thought.

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My very own crackship! :) I'll tag it as a oneshot for now but if you guys like it and want more of them, i'll be happy to oblige. :)