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Her name was Amelia Jameson. She was a shorter girl, her hair a shade of brown that reminded me of one of those cups of coffee you see in commercials, but never in real life. It went down to around her knees, way too long to be sensible, but not quite long enough to be off-putting, and just long enough to really catch the eye. She was a pretty girl all around. Her face had a gentleness to it you didn't see in a lot of other girls, and her eyes always seemed to convey a purer smile than any words could describe. The curves of her body, much as I would have loved to describe them, are not something with which I am especially familiar. I could never describe how I feel about her, but even so I try to do my best. I love her more than anything.

But, of course, she doesn't feel the same at all.

Why is that? It's not hard to explain, really. She just has someone else. We're just friends, great friends even, there's no doubt about that. Every day we talk about something new, whether it's TV or movies or books or whatever, and it goes for hours at a time. But the simple fact of the matter is that I'm not the kind of man Amelia would ever want to be with, I don't think. She's cheerful, outgoing, and popular. Not in the superficial sense, but in the most genuine way, where everyone legitimately enjoys her company. Compare that to me, some loser who spends his days reading the latest pulp fantasy schlock in the English classroom, and you've got to wonder why I even try.

I guess it's because I don't have much else to do, really. I have a few friends, sure. Well, not really a "few" per se. I've got one or two. There's Scott O'Gail of course. We met during our freshman year in math class. I'm not sure what even brought us together. Something to do with the teacher assigning us to the same group or something? It's been two years, you'll have to forgive me for forgetting. Anyway, the other guy is Kyle Graves. Real cool name, real cool guy. We share a few of the same interests, he's always willing to listen to me ramble on about what Garron the Highland Chief did in the last book. He's also Amelia's boyfriend, so that's cool. I see him literally every day on the walk to and from school, generally I just want a car to hit me whenever we're talking.

He knows how I feel about Amelia. Hell, I've been interested in her longer than he has. But I never bothered to ask her out. Call it fear or apprehension or just a gut instinct that she'd say no, but I just didn't feel like it was worth risking our comfortable little friendship. So when Kyle mentioned he wanted to, and even asked me if I was cool with it, who was I to say no?

She was happier this way, and really, how could I even justify being angry about it?

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Her name was Amelia Jameson. She was a shorter girl, her hair a shade of brown that reminded me of one of those cups of coffee you see in commercials, but never in real life. It went down to around her knees, way too long to be sensible, but not quite long enough to be off-putting, and just long enough to really catch the eye. She was a pretty girl all around. Her face had a gentleness to it you didn't see in a lot of other girls, and her eyes always seemed to convey a purer smile than any words could describe. The curves of her body, much as I would have loved to describe them, are not something with which I am especially familiar. I could never describe how I feel about her, but even so I try to do my best. I love her more than anything.

But, of course, she doesn't feel the same at all.

Why is that? It's not hard to explain, really. She just has someone else. We're just friends, great friends even, there's no doubt about that. Every day we talk about something new, whether it's TV or movies or books or whatever, and it goes for hours at a time. But the simple fact of the matter is that I'm not the kind of man Amelia would ever want to be with, I don't think. She's cheerful, outgoing, and popular. Not in the superficial sense, but in the most genuine way, where everyone legitimately enjoys her company. Compare that to me, some loser who spends his days reading the latest pulp fantasy schlock in the English classroom, and you've got to wonder why I even try.

I guess it's because I don't have much else to do, really. I have a few friends, sure. Well, not really a "few" per se. I've got one or two. There's Scott O'Gail of course. We met during our freshman year in math class. I'm not sure what even brought us together. Something to do with the teacher assigning us to the same group or something? It's been two years, you'll have to forgive me for forgetting. Anyway, the other guy is Kyle Graves. Real cool name, real cool guy. We share a few of the same interests, he's always willing to listen to me ramble on about what Garron the Highland Chief did in the last book. He's also Amelia's boyfriend, so that's cool. I see him literally every day on the walk to and from school, generally I just want a car to hit me whenever we're talking.

He knows how I feel about Amelia. Hell, I've been interested in her longer than he has. But I never bothered to ask her out. Call it fear or apprehension or just a gut instinct that she'd say no, but I just didn't feel like it was worth risking our comfortable little friendship. So when Kyle mentioned he wanted to, and even asked me if I was cool with it, who was I to say no?

She was happier this way, and really, how could I even justify being angry about it?