The Manic Pixie Dream Entrance

She is standing

She is sitting

She is leaning on her locker with her head in [look up prestigious novels] girls not like her girls conventionally hotter than her cheerleaders walk by and dump her book on the floor she sighs heavily you go to help you smile and say here because you are doing the most you can do because you are her hero because you’re a warm person she takes the book from you and she smiles back she asks to suck your dick she tells you to fuck off you watch her walk away you notice her doc martens you think if she had stayed you would’ve told her you liked her shoes and band t-shirt you think what a bitch for not asking to suck your dick you think you have to get to know her—

The first thing you notice about her is that she is talking because she is very shrill she is very loud her voice is very high pitched she is assertive in her opinions she is talking about [look up inspirational author] and her controversial opinions on him she says “where are the women” you think about how you’ve never considered women you think what a good question you are standing outside she walks by with someone [insert random minority] you imagine they’re best friends you continue to watch her from afar because in thirty pages or so you will attempt to kill her you will fall in love with her but for now you wonder who she could be loving other than you—

You are on the subway at a bus stop on the bus there is a girl next to you she has earphones she has airpods she has vintage headphones on [look up if they sell vintage headphones] you try to guess what she is listening to because it’s already as if you know each other so well you can hear the music over the headphones you start nodding along you start singing along you yell the name of the song over the headphones she ignores you she nods at you and looks away she takes her headphones off and looks at you you repeat the name of the song she kisses you for knowing she rolls her eyes at you she tells you she loves you she says the band is her favourite you say me too you stare at each other for a moment too long she writes her number on your hand she writes her number on a piece of paper it is her stop she gets up and leaves and smiles at you on the way out

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