Brown haired Clumbsy Girl

I don't know why I like the brown haired clumsy girl. But she's always on my mind.

I gotta admit. When I first met her, I wasn't the nicest. That's probably why I invited her to my party. It was kind of a short notice, but I just wanted to see her again.

When I saved her from getting ran over the street I hope it made up for my rudeness when she actually did accidentally bump into me. Not just fake like the rest of the girls. Then when I saw her up close, I could see that she was filled with sadness and that there was something that she was holding on to.

For some reason I wanted to make that go away. I wanted to make her smile and laugh even if she won't tell me her name.

Call it weird- but she's different. I just wanna know how. I want to know everything about her, her friends, her family, and her life. I want to know the secrets that she's holding onto and the dark pasts. I know I have my own, and I don't want people to know about it.

Maybe that's like hers. Maybe she's an open book and I'm too blind to see it. I bet that guy she was sitting with at Cinnabon knows. I wonder if that's her boyfriend.

She's clouding up my mind, I want to know everything about the brown haired clumsy girl.

And I don't know why.