Love Shot X Shot of Love

Weird X Strange

Mac can't help himself, "people think he's weird, and people think I'm weird. So we're weird together. They just don't realize that we're secretly ruling the whole class ... but one day they'll see.”

We do not rule anything. Honestly we are just trying to survive the fans who are in elementary school.

"Watch? Strange? Now I understand."She said rudely to her daughter, before facing my uncomfortable self, "but I can't imagine you being weird.”

I flushed, not sure why. "I don't talk much.”

He nodded his head in brief, "sometimes it is better to know when to keep silent.”

He said this solely. The fact. Thought. Also like that his daughter's lesson should be taught, for she cannot be silent for more than thirty seconds at a time.

"I won't let it bother you, little Zara. One day they'll see that you have something they don't have."He tapped his thick pointer finger at his temple twice.

That was the last thing he said before Mac and I came out. I don't know what that means. But those words stay with me. So is the rough 'little zara' I heard once again.

You see, with me spending a lot of time with not only the Mac, but also in the garage, I became aware when I was eleven, that I really liked it. Just destroying. One simple little thing that all sweet little girls get. They are cute and innocent. And while I am also all of those things, I do not meet the standard requirements that most girls my age have. My crush wasn't on the boy from the class.

Not to destroy me is on my best friend's father. The guy who cools my skin when we're in the same room together. The one who scares me just as much as he makes me feel safe.

I passed it in response to all the time I spent with that family. I also spent more time than I had to watch in the garage. Watching the muscles, which caught my attention, work hard all day.

But anything. I was still too embarrassed to talk to him for longer than a few minutes. More - more so now I feel a tingling sensation in my body when she stands too close. I was always at a crossroads with myself, trying to avoid being in the same room as the guy who made me act stupid, but also trying to catch his sight when he didn't see it.

I ignored it for the most part.

But there were certain things, little moments, that made me start to sink deeper into this so-called crushing

Then there was a time when he drove forty-five minutes to take me and Mac to my favorite ice cream shop I had ever eaten. One was right next door to my home in Malaysia, but because of the distance in this state that is now my home, I have not eaten since.

Xxxxxxxx

We’re not rolling anything. Honestly we’re just trying to survive the vultures that are elementary schools.

“You? A weird? Now that I understand.” He says gruffly to his daughter, before facing my uncomfortable self, “But I can’t imagine you being weird.”

I blush, not sure why. “Well, I don’t really talk much.”

He nodes his head briefly, “Sometimes it’s better to know when to keep quiet.”

He says this simply. The matter of fact. Thoughtfully. Also like it’s a lesson his daughter should be aware, seeing as she can’t keep quiets for more than thirty seconds at a time.

“I wouldn’t let it both you, Little Zara. One day they’ll see that you’ got something they don’t have.” He taps his thick pointer finger to his temple twice.

That’s the last thing he says before Mac and I exit. I don’t know what he means. But these words stay with me. As does the coarse ‘little zara’ that I hear once again.

You see, with me spending so much time with not only Mac, but also at the garage, I became aware when I was eleven, that I had a crush. Just a crush. One of those simple little things that all sweet little girls got. They were cute and innocent. And while mine was all these things as well, I didn’t fit the standard requirement that most girls my age had. My crush wasn't’t on a boy from class.

No my crush was on my best friend’s dad. The man who chilled my skin when we were in the same room together. The man who scared me as much as he made me feel safe.

I passed it off as a reaction to all the time I spent with that family. I also spent more time than I should watch him at the garage. Watching muscles, which fascinated me, work strenuously all day.

Whatver. I was still too shy to talk to him for longer than a few minutes. Even more so now that I felt tingles in my body when he stood too close. I constantly was at crossroads with myself, trying to avoid being in the same room as the man who made me act foolish, but also trying to catch glimpses at him when he wasn't’t looking.

I ignored it for the most part.

But there were certain things, little moments, that made me start to sink deeper in this so called crush

Then there was the time when he drove forty five minutes to take me and Mac to my favorite ice cream shop I’ ever eaten at. One that was right next to my house in Malaysia, but due to the distance in this state that’s now my home, I haven’ eaten at since.