Do you want to know how I met the love of my life? I.... I was 14, in my second to last year in highschool and known love before. Like how can you explain something to someone who never experienced it at all? Like me for example, only seen for my achievements and expectations and never had a personality of my own. I had just gotten into the science class as I was expected to and though I had friends, they never really knew me and we grew distant. Due to seat being assigned, Annabelle Johnson, the most popular girl in my year or even school and unbeknownst to me at the time my first love, was forced to sit next to me. I get why she was popular. She was funny, smart but still was also kind and sweet. Somehow she also had extremely good looks. Mean girls hated her for her personality and the nerds were jealous of her looks.

I for one didn't care about that type of stuff, it wasn't in my programming to. The desks in this were connected. Not like-the long desk that can hold more than one student connected; no more like-separate tables pushed close together that only separated for exams-connected. She was basically forced to talk to me. Quite ironically actually, our first meeting we never even talked to eachother. It was during english class, I don't know if she was bored of this subject in general or Mrs. Patterson's blathering or so she would call it (when I got to know her) but she tapped on the table lightly before tapping her pen on my book. I guess it was a little head's up that she wanted to write a message in it, which she did.

'Hi, how are you?' She wrote with a small smiley face at the end, her hand-writing was written perfectly even size and in elegant cursive but not to excessive that it was hard to read.

' I'm good I guess, how about you?' I replied hating how ugly my handwriting looked compared to her's.

' I'm trying so hard not to sleep in this woman's class' She wrote. I had to cover my mouth to stop the sound of my laughter from escaping my mouth.

As I composed myself I quickly wrote back, ' Can't relate'. After she read it she looked at me funny before asking, ' Are you ok?'

How did this this get into the convo?

' Why?' I quickly answered.

' I have never.... never heard anyone who haven't felt sleepy or fell asleep in her class' The second never was in all capital letters.

' Should I be concerned then?' I questioned.

' Is this you're first time having her?' She rebuttalled.

' Yes '

' Oh, no wonder'

' Does that explain it?' I ask curiously.

' Oh that explains it all' All is in capital letters. Before I can write back a response she continues writing,' By the second and third class you will be wondering if all I told you was just lies but when the fourth class comes around you would be wishing you took ten doses of Modafinil or 10 cups of coffee while feeling you had you worse ever case of narcolepsy.'

I almost blurted out laughing right there and then. I composed myself.

'You know what's funny thou' I paused waiting for her to ask-'What?'

' Coffee be making me feel like I have narcolepsy'

After reading this she stopped and looked at me. Maybe she thought she could see a hint of a lie by looking at my face. She didnt see any.

Do you want to know how I met the love of my life? I.... I was 14, in my second to last year in highschool and never known love before. Due to seat being assigned, Annabelle Johnson, the most popular girl in my year or even school and unbeknownst to me at the time my first love, was forced to sit next to me. I get why she was popular. She was funny, smart but still was also kind and sweet. Somehow she also had extremely good looks. Mean girls hated her for her personality and the nerds were jealous of her looks.

I for one didn't care about that type of stuff, it wasn't in my programming to. The desks in this were connected. Not like-the long desk that can hold more than one student connected; no more like-separate tables pushed close together that only separated for exams-connected. Quite ironically actually, our first meeting we never even talked to eachother.

'Hi, how are you?' She wrote with a small smiley face at the end, her hand-writing was written perfectly even size and in elegant cursive but not to excessive that it was hard to read.

' I'm good I guess, how about you?' I replied hating how ugly my handwriting looked compared to her's.

' I'm trying so hard not to sleep in this woman's class' She wrote. I had to cover my mouth to stop the sound of my laughter from escaping my mouth.

' Is this you're first time having her class?' She rebuttalled.

' Yes '

' Oh, no wonder'

' Does that explain it?' I ask curiously.

' Oh that explains it all' All is in capital letters. Before I can write back a response she continues writing,' By the second and third class you will be wondering if all I told you was just lies but when the fourth class comes around you would be wishing you took ten doses of Modafinil or 10 cups of coffee while feeling you had you worse ever case of narcolepsy.'

I almost blurted out laughing right there and then. I composed myself.

'You know what's funny thou' I paused waiting for her to ask-'What?'

' Coffee be making me feel like I have narcolepsy'

After reading this she stopped and looked at me. Maybe she thought she could see a hint of a lie by looking at my face. She didnt see any

' Really? '

' Yep '

"Interesting, I only heard that in myths" She joked, only this time she spoke, whispering softly in my ear. She has a nice voice- I thought to myself wanting to hear more.

" By the way I'm Annabelle. My friends call me Anna or Belle" She said with a smile.

Suddenly we heard the bell ring. It was now breaktime and she didn't seen to want to leave my side. I was happy. We talked about stupid stuff, laughing at eachother's corny jokes and telling stories about ourselves to eachother which was mostly her since my life isn't all that interesting. She told me how she like to sing but she could never do it infrount of people. She and I debatted what is the best icecream flavour and talked about her pets (she had a lot). I liked her company and I hope she liked mine too. The next set of classes she was sitting in assigned seats on the other end of the classroom but as soon as lunchtime came around she was using the teacher's chair to sit by my table and we continued our conversation. She showed me her dogs using her phone.

"Aren't they cute?" She asked looking lovingly at her phone.

" She looks like she gives you trouble" I said.

She laughed before saying," She does but she's also the one with more personality. I love her for it"

" Wait... I'm sensing something... I'm sensing there is some favoritism here" I said.

" What??? No.... I'm a parent love both her children evenly......" She starts to defend with but when she turned to look at me, she saw a expression on my face which perfectly showed Really? Come on now, Really?

" No, you are right. There isn't one parent who doesn't have favorites. But listen... I try to give both the same treatment" She defended successfully.

" I can't blame you. I too have a favorite pet" I revealed.

She gasped dramatically.

" How could you?" She said before leaning in and asking softly," Is it Lexi?"

" Yeah" I responded back laughing.

" I can't blame" She said

Her laughter and mine's merged into one thick storm that didn't dissipate for a while. Before I knew it school was over and I was going to walk home.... alone when suddenly I saw Annabelle walking that way too. Her friends was crowded around her and she was laughing.

" Belle" I called out and saw her face brighten unless that was just me. She ran away from her friend group and greeted me, " Hey"

" Wait, are you stalking me?" She asked playfully.

" Asked the one who constantly came and sat by me" I responded just as playfully.

" Touche" She said holding my arm and pulling me to introduce me to her friends.

" Guys, this is Alex Langton, from our class" She announced introducing me.

" Wow.... full government name and everything?" I said before saying," Hey, I'm Alexis Langston. Most people call me Alex but some of my friends call me Langie"

" Langie?" She asked covering her mouth to prevent her from laughing.

" It's an inside joke with my friends ok?" I responded embarrassed.

" Ok Langue but whatever it is, I want in" She said going on her tippy toes but still not quite reaching my height. As she latched unto me for balance, I laughed as she didn't quite reach my height.

" Ok, short stuff" I said pushing her head down to reveal how short she really is.