Allan is a boy.

Ritzi is the girl. She is the long-haired, fair-skinned fairytale princess who visits his daydreams as he watches her walk with her girls.

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She is the 14-year old distraction that sits next to his left and makes him miss his biology lectures. Ah, the sight of her is superior to the spectacle of the most beautiful organism discovered.  Scheduled surveying of her chubby, yet rosy cheeks highlighted by a nose with a perfect dorsum down to its tip is his most exciting hands-on on human anatomy. He gets just the perfect score.

Ritzi is the girl – but not just any other girls. Not just any other girls and he wants to make it clarified. She is the 5’4’’ badminton darling he wishes to arrange a singles match with. He will patiently wait for her forehand low serve just so he can come closer to the net – or to her, motive-wise. She will be the overall winner at his discretion. As a staged sportsmanship, he shall owe her some snacks for losing. This plan he plots almost pictures him a cute evil grin. Ah, he can’t wait to lose.

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Ritzi is the girl. She is the sweetest Pisces figure in his constellation (he doesn’t even know astrology well). She is the trouble on his knees and the stutter on his lips for every lousy attempt to asking her out – or even to walking her home. She is worth the try. She is worth a million tries.

Ritzi is the girl. She is the imaginary celebrity poster that outshines his room’s interior design. She is the movie star lullaby that puts him to sleep, that crawls towards his bed, that plays even extreme on his thoughts, that drives him wild more often. She is the guilty pleasures around his puberty. Ah, she is the fictional witness of his personal growth. She is the perfect recipe for his appetite. He knows pretty much what’s happening and he’s a bit shy to admit he kind of likes it.

Ritzi is the girl. She is the color of his every day. She is his inspiration for maintaining perfect records, at least on class attendance. She probably is his world. That he’s not so sure about.

Ritzi is the girl, but not anymore. She will never be, and that he’s sure about. Because…

Ritzi is the girl and Jerry is her boy. Poor Allan.

 (Story sequels: 2. Allan is the Man 3. Ritzi is the Girl 4. Ritzi and her Man)

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