For the past month Heaven thought of herself as a creep . A total creep , but she couldn't do anything about it though .

Sitting on her bed , she checked the time and the clock read 11 : 30 pm . She grabbed her diary from under her pillow and started writing about him .

About the curly headed guy she only gets to see during the last 10 mins of break .

She wrote about how she thought he was always trying to escape reality . Either by reading or listening to music . Never did she ever once caught him on his phone or talking to anyone .

She wrote about how he was always emotionless . She never saw him smile or frown . Laugh or cry . She wanted to know what the ' weird' guy hid from everyone .

That emotionless face of his was a weakness of hers though . Not that she had ever gotten a clear view of his face or anything , but every time she'd stare at him read from across the cafeteria she'd feel some type of way towards him .

Some may call it attraction . Some may call it curiosity . Some may call it interest . She couldn't even decide herself .

She wrote about how she would always think about him nonstop . He was the main reason for the dark circles under her eyes .

What could his name possibly be ?

She thought

She wondered trying to think of names that would suit him . She was sure whatever his name was , it would be different and unique . He looked so different and unique , people were just too blind to see .

Heaven decided to refer to him as Todo

( A/n : these really good muffins /cake they sell here in Egypt . I couldn't think of a better name lol . But hey its got this cute little character on the packaging , just as cute as timmy )

And for the next couple of days , her diary was her best friend . The only one who would listen to her rant about Todo and not complain .

The stars watched her lay awake till very late , wondering who it was that she was thinking about .

Oh if only her diary could speak .

She struggled finding the right adjectives when describing him to her precious diary . Heaven's vocabulary was really good , but for some reason when it came to writing about him , her mind always stopped functioning .

After all she didn't claim to be a great poet , but a great observer of him .

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