1 Prologue

I will not lie...I am an ordinary kid.

I am a 17 year old boy, not exceptionally beautiful, the average look, don't like physical activity, the average build, not especially smart, the average guy that you can find at every street corner.

My lifestyle is so quiet that in a book I will certainly be villager B. Not even the main villager. But I am fine like this, a calm life, hiding from trouble. I don't wish to be more popular, don't wish to have better grades. I am sick of working for the sake of "my future".

For me, living in the future is no difference than living in a dream.

I don't have any idea whatsoever that I wish to do and so, I stay here, collapsed on my desk, not doing anything. Kind of pathetic but I don't mind. It's just a normal day for me.

I was in class, sleepy like every morning. Next to the window with sight on the sports field. I was watching the birds soaring through the sky. I wish I was a bird; flying all day, not worrying about anything, not corrupted by anything. If they were bored, they could just fly to another place. A total freedom in some way. I wonder if they ever get bored.

The wooden sliding door opened making a huge noise. At the front of the classroom. She was here. Today her smooth and long brown hair was braided in a twin tail. Both sides going in front of her shoulders, finishing a little lower by a thin orange butterfly ribbon in both tails. Big forehead hidden by her front hair. Little brown eyes, eyes with lots of curiosity, glaring everywhere something interesting could possibly happen. We could know what she was thinking just by looking at them. A small round nose, Thin cute lips and a little curvy at the ends. She used them to smile at anyone making others smile like a contagious disease.Thin waist, and tights are pretty thick. Not a lot of curves but she certainly has time, she is still a teenager after all.

Looking at her, every guy will fall in love, she is one of best looking girls in our school, no, in the entire town, I would bet on it. She is more motivated than anyone I've met in my entire life, always helping those in need and a voice for the voiceless, an ear for the earless.

However her personality was not entirely roses. She may seem a little weird from an outsider point of view. Like if people asked "What you want to do later?" She will certainly answer something like "Going to Tokyo High is my dream, after I will see, there's still a long way to go first" with her straight to the point, gentle, angelic voice. Not thinking too far in the future, living her present life.

I was in love.

I suppose there's one thing I truly wish in my life. And more than anything I've ever wanted in my entire life. To tell her, tell her how I truly feel.

"Alice I love you."

A smart elegant girl with a "top-notch" personality. Or at least it's what it seems from an outsider point of view. I never talked to her. I guess I am afraid. Not afraid of what she might think about me, but afraid that the image of her in my head doesn't match the reality. I don't want to be deceived. It may be a selfish thought nonetheless I want to believe. I am too afraid of how I will react if she is not the one that I made her to be. Would I still love her?

After a long time, alone with my thoughts, I decided yesterday that no matter what, I would talk to her today. At the end of the day, we were chosen to clean the room. I was finally going to be alone with my idol. I was finally going to talk to her. And I should be prepared for whoever she might be.

Now she was talking to her friends, and I pathetically was asking myself for the hundredth time today if it wouldn't be better if I kept my feelings to myself.

I was alone the majority of the time and by so, I was labelled as a "weirdo" due to that fact. I don't wish to make more friends than necessary.

I also had trouble making friends due to my strange passions for animation and childish things. And I don't want to take hasty decisions and befriend the bad person which I will stop what I enjoy for the sake of spending time with these people losing our time for whatsoever reason which I don't find satisfaction in. Friends who will push you to go past your limits and be the best version of yourself; that's the ones I seek but in this day and age full of too many reasons to procrastinate. Finding them is a challenge in itself.

So how could I, a tasteless boy, an outcast of the society speak with the most beautiful and popular girl in school? And maybe more...

I need to try, after all she is a person just like me. What can possibly go wrong?