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For sweetinaskirt
He knew she didn't like the other girl. Olivia. That was the name of his study partner for Biology. A class project that they were put into pairs for. A paper that counter for a large proportion of his grade. He had to work with her, despite the fact mentioning her name or his work sent Daniela into one of her quieter moods.
He was oblivious to the fact Olivia liked him. Painfully so. He was also oblivious to the fact Olivia didn't hide this fact. He was an ignorant teenager. His only interests were with Daniela and trying to rebuild what they had after recent things had made them a little shakey. He was also oblivious to the fact that Olivia sat as close as she did to him in the hopes he'd fall madly in love and try to kiss her. He just thought she was sharing his book.
They were sat together in his kitchen finishing up the last section of their paper and it's first draft. They'd agreed that they would then proofread it and add or take out facts and figures were needed. They were organized because of Leonard, and so far ahead because of her willingness to see him - which he took as willingness to study.
hunched over an old fashioned pen and paper - he much prefered using those - Leonard was quietly muttering to himself as he wrote. Oblivious, again, to the fact his father was answering a knock at the door.
He knew she didn't like the other girl. Olivia. That was the name of his study partner for Biology. A class project that they were put into pairs for. A paper that counter for a large proportion of his grade. He had to work with her, despite the fact mentioning her name or his work sent Daniela into one of her quieter moods.
He was oblivious to the fact Olivia liked him. Painfully so. He was also oblivious to the fact Olivia didn't hide this fact. He was an ignorant teenager. His only interests were with Daniela and trying to rebuild what they had after recent things had made them a little shakey. He was also oblivious to the fact that Olivia sat as close as she did to him in the hopes he'd fall madly in love and try to kiss her. He just thought she was sharing his book.
They were sat together in his kitchen finishing up the last section of their paper and it's first draft. They'd agreed that they would then proofread it and add or take out facts and figures were needed. They were organized because of Leonard, and so far ahead because of her willingness to see him - which he took as willingness to study.
hunched over an old fashioned pen and paper - he much prefered using those - Leonard was quietly muttering to himself as he wrote. Oblivious, again, to the fact his father was answering a knock at the door.