Awfully Twilight

OMG, only read this if you're in a good mood and are willing to laugh at something awfully Twilight. If not, piss off. This will just make you hate everything, and hate me.

It hadn’t really been long since I last saw Him but whenever I wasn’t around Him every second went by like a decade and every minute like a century. But He was here with me now. Although He wasn’t with me in the way that I wanted, at least He was here. He was sitting at the far back of the classroom with His friends. I manoeuvred myself as close to Him as possible without making anything too obvious, like I always did. My friends followed and sat down next to me. They didn’t know of course, they just thought I chose where we sat randomly. As I waited for instructions from the teacher, I turned in my chair just enough so that I could see Him. I sat quietly and studied His actions while listening to my friends talk. I had done this so often now, I should’ve been tired of it, but I wasn’t. If there was ever an exam on the way He moved his lips when talking or how He played with His hair when bored I would score full marks.
The teacher started talking and He turned around to look at her, we met eyes as He did so. That happened sometimes, He would look at me the same time I was looking at Him and I felt something in my chest. I felt that indescribable tugging feeling on my heart. When I was young I never understood why people always talked of emotions came from the heart but now that I was older and had more experience I understood why. It was definitely a mixed feeling. The warmth and serenity that came with felt so good but at the same time it felt so unnatural and somehow disturbing. Did He feel it too?
As quickly as it had happened He looked away again and the feeling disappeared. With the feeling gone, my body became hollow and stiff. Longing to fill the emptiness, I kept looking at Him, knowing that if I looked for long enough it would happen again. It wasn’t long before my friend interrupted me; she wanted me to read her essay. Stupid friends – they were great when you were in the mood for them but when you weren’t they should’ve just been dead.