Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name?
A/N:For your information, this story does not allude to me. It is a story made up by hearing the song " Hello, I love you.". I'm challenging myself to write a story about a song every day. This day's theme is "Hello I love you."
As unpopular as the demure girl was, she appreciated the same hobbies as her popular classmates. Running miles until her heart beat raced, Laughing with her frighteningly few friends , and playing video games were a few of the hobbies she shared with the popular perfects in her school. However, she was unpopular because she hardly spoke, and when she did speak her stutter spread throughout the classroom. However, this girl was a modern belle. She towered over many girls, had eyes that looked like the clear blue sky, and her face was as symmetrical as the letter "A." However, her height was hidden with her plump belly, her eyes were concealed with thick black glasses, and her face was covered with her wavy brown hair. In essence, she appeared to be an ugly duckling, but she was really a swan. Unfortunately, for her she was in love with the king of the angels, or that's what they called him. He was an Italian exchange student that spoke english, italian,and love. His dances were the prize of the school, he held his head so high like a statue in the sky, and he had arms that were covered with tattoos. Some skater boys called his arms "wicked." He had every girl in the whole school after him. The girls swooned over his dashing black hair, tall and muscular frame, and mysterious cat-like brown eyes. The demure girl didn't even know the king of the angels name, but she needed to find out. She believed in love at first sight like numerous other fools in her school. She stuttered when she spoke, so she never talked to him. The only option for her to make him love her was to sing. After all, she never stuttered when she spoke.But what could she sing? She had a decent voice, but unfortunately she could not pull off a high note like Rachel Berry. Thus, she settled on the simple and honest song, " Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name." However, she needed to put her own feminine twist on it. On the last day of High School, she approached the king of the angels in Calculus and sang the song. Every student was shocked, but they found the song moved their feet even if it was from the quietest girl in the school. The king of the angels just sat there with a smirk plastered on his face. After the song the man said calmly, " Well, it took you long enough to incorporate " Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name" into your story, "
The girl just stared at him dumfounded.
It looked like she would never find out his name since she didn't even know what the king of the angels was talking about.
As unpopular as the demure girl was, she appreciated the same hobbies as her popular classmates. Running miles until her heart beat raced, Laughing with her frighteningly few friends , and playing video games were a few of the hobbies she shared with the popular perfects in her school. However, she was unpopular because she hardly spoke, and when she did speak her stutter spread throughout the classroom. However, this girl was a modern belle. She towered over many girls, had eyes that looked like the clear blue sky, and her face was as symmetrical as the letter "A." However, her height was hidden with her plump belly, her eyes were concealed with thick black glasses, and her face was covered with her wavy brown hair. In essence, she appeared to be an ugly duckling, but she was really a swan. Unfortunately, for her she was in love with the king of the angels, or that's what they called him. He was an Italian exchange student that spoke english, italian,and love. His dances were the prize of the school, he held his head so high like a statue in the sky, and he had arms that were covered with tattoos. Some skater boys called his arms "wicked." He had every girl in the whole school after him. The girls swooned over his dashing black hair, tall and muscular frame, and mysterious cat-like brown eyes. The demure girl didn't even know the king of the angels name, but she needed to find out. She believed in love at first sight like numerous other fools in her school. She stuttered when she spoke, so she never talked to him. The only option for her to make him love her was to sing. After all, she never stuttered when she spoke.But what could she sing? She had a decent voice, but unfortunately she could not pull off a high note like Rachel Berry. Thus, she settled on the simple and honest song, " Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name." However, she needed to put her own feminine twist on it. On the last day of High School, she approached the king of the angels in Calculus and sang the song. Every student was shocked, but they found the song moved their feet even if it was from the quietest girl in the school. The king of the angels just sat there with a smirk plastered on his face. After the song the man said calmly, " Well, it took you long enough to incorporate " Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name" into your story, "
The girl just stared at him dumfounded.
It looked like she would never find out his name since she didn't even know what the king of the angels was talking about.