Rachel’s had a lot of crushes, unusual, normal; very weird, it happens out of her control. But safe to say, she was inexperienced. She didn’t act on her crushes, or they didn’t like her back. it’s not like she wasn’t pretty, Rachel knew she wasn’t ugly.

Maybe it was because she had ginger hair, she was hyper and clingy. She had no idea why none of them liked her back.

Well… until… you. You were way out of her league. Dimpled smile and smooth voice. She was whipped immediately. She knew how sweet you were, and heard nothing but great things about you. You also like painting. You two had to be a great match!

Though, because of her past, the way people seemed to always look past her. The way there was always, always another girl. She refused to act on it. She just watched from afar, and was content on it. Shitty, she knew. But she was fine with just… observing, even if it hurt.

Little did she know, you had mutual feelings.

“I can’t believe you have the Backstreet boys in here.” Rachel giggled, searching endlessly through your mixtapes, laying lazily on your bed and gazing at you while you did your english project. Cute.