I sat at my desk and stared at the blank piece of parchment before me, begging the quill at my side to magically start writing for me because my words got trapped in my head and, for once in my life, I didn't know what to say.

Truth is, Maila Laine is the most prettiest girl i’ve met. And ive met loads of pretty girls. She is all I dream of…. who my heart yearns for, cries for in the night as I watch the sky and long for my missing piece to the puzzle that is life…

Oh I gotta write that down!

I raced for the journal, my newfound “To my love” journal. Mother and Father were pleased to hear I was doing something meaningful with my life and not just falling over or breaking things — granted the lie I told them was that I plan to write down revision notes. Why on earth did they believe me? In my haste to write down… (hm) the words of cupid! Yeah, in my haste to write the words of Cupid, my stupid elbow knocked over the ink!

“Scheiße¹!” I cursed loudly, moving with panicked haste to get off my chair. Sadly, I went sideways and so did my chair. Crash! I went crashing to the floor. “F—” yeah you can guess how that ended. Crap, could mom and dad hear me? I raced to my feet and pulled my shirt up before running out of my room and into Klaus’s. “NIKLAUS! I need something to clean something else— ooh this will do!” then I left his room, slamming the door behind me. 1. shit

Back in my room, I tried dapping the ink up with the cloth. Weird how cream is the colour choice for a cloth…

I unfolded the cloth and stared at it with wide eyes. Eyes that screamed “I had a nice 11 years upon this planet” while staring at the ink coloured shirt. Klaus was going to kill me! Uh, did I have the same shirt? I rummaged through my wardrobe.

“Oh, oh, YES! JA! JA²EUREKA!” I shouted in relief, jumping up and down. I ripped it off its hanger and balled the the ruined one up in a ball, throwing it out of the window. I cleared my throat and left my room, entering Klaus’s. “Hey brother. I, uh, accidentally took your shirt. Here you go,” and I dropped it on his desk (where he was working no doubt on homework) and legged it. 2. yes

Yet again slamming doors.

“Ah-” I screamed as an elf materialised in front of me. Honestly I didn’t know it’s james and I didn’t care for it. After getting over my shocked and near-heart-attack, I carried on to my room in a slower pace. “What?” I asked harshly.

“Uhm, s- sorry master sir. But Mrs Havertz has- has instructed me sir to tell you to stop making so much noise sir,” it grumbled nervously. I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever. Tell mother that it is not harming her and—” this is when I began to yell. “HER SON IS FINDING HIS ROMANTIC MUSE AS HE MENTALLY GAZES INTO THE EYES OF CONSTELLATIONS!” my voice thundering. I sent the elf a sarcastic grin and flurried into my room on a high!

I slammed my door shut — extra hard — and sat at my desk again. I got some new paper as the current one had black spots in it. My leg bounced rhythmically as I stared at the blank paper, come on. I got this.

I wrote it out carefully. Dear Maila Nooo, I crossed it out harshly and got a new piece of paper. Dear uh, Dear my gorgus girl I stared at it.

“Ew ew ew,” I complained, scrunching the paper up in a tight ball. I tapped the paper with my finger and muttered the fire charm in a huff — side note, that will be such a fun spell! I threw it on the floor and readied up another piece of paper. “Come on Alaric…” I told myself.

Hmmm…

I looked outside, the moon high and glistening, the silver light shining through my window and brightening my room. I smiled, it brightened up my room.

Dear my moonlight

Now what? I should write about how she has lifted my spirits and how she is the best thing that ever happened to me… how she makes me want to be a better person? And then I would say how just because I want to doesn’t mean I will be a better person.

Uh I should beg? No, too pathetic. Do girls like pathetic guys? No, what am I saying, no one does.

I decided to let my heart write for me.

I looked at the paper:



A big smile formed on my face as I looked at the words, there may be some spelling mistakes in there and it may not be in perfect English but… what am I saying. It probably is. I’m awesome.

“She will love it,” I proclaimed in English, kissing the paper lovingly. Then I got nervous. I stared at it, eyes not blinking. I glanced at the mirror and picture of Maila that was stuck there. It was of first year, around spring, and she had never looked so beautiful!

Hey, that is because she gets prettier every day— no, no, every second.

“Oh what am I making?” I scoffed, ripping the paper up and sprinkling in my bin— “WHAT DID I DOOOO!” I cried, walking to my bed and collapsing on it. Pathetic whimpers and groans leaving my mouth. “We are never getting together,” I cried pitifully.