Identification Card

He picked up an ID. It belongs to a certain Devon Seron. "Devon Seron? Who the hell is she?" James thought. He brought the ID to a lost and found. But nobody was there. "She wouldn't be able to enter without her ID," he thought. He pitied the poor girl so he waited for her at the gate. "First bell is about to ring," he thought. So he ran to his classroom. He starred at the window. He doesn't know why but his mind is occupied by the girl named Devon Seron. He took out his ID and looked at the girl's picture. "I swear, I saw her somewhere already," he thought. "Mr. Reid!" his teacher called for the third time already.

His first class finished. He went back to the gate. He sees a girl talking to the guard. "Sorry miss. No ID, no entry," the guard said firmly. "Miss, I have your ID here," James said to the girl. The girl turned around. "Thank you," the girl said. And that's when he realized. The girl is Devon Seron, his childhood crush. He met her during her ballet performance at his town. He was mesmerized by Devon's gracefulness and beauty. He watched every single of Devon's performance. He was a dork back then. Wearing bow ties and glasses. One day, he bought a single red rose. He was supposed to give the rose to her. He went to the theatre. But there was anothe girl performing there. He asked one of the crew of the show why Devon didn't perform that night. "Devon and her family went to the US," the crew said. "They went there for vacation? When will she come back?" he asked. "No. She and her family migrated there," the crew replied. And that's the last time he saw her. Back to the present times, he smiled at her. "You're welcome," he replied. "Are you new here? I can show you around," he said, trying to act cool. "Sure. Thank you," she replied and smiled. They became friends and afterwards they fell in love. "You know, I was your number one fan," he said to her one day. Devon, confused, replied with a "Huh?" He laughed. I used to watch all of your ballet performance when I was little. I was the one who sends chocolates and candies every performance and I always sign my card 'from your Aussie admirer'. I was planning to give you a rose the day you left for the States," he said. Devon was surprised. "Well, now you're not an admirer anymore. Your my boyfriend," Devon said. "Well, I might be you're future husband. Devon Seron, will you marry me?" James asked. He got down on his knees, holding a diamond ring. Devon cried. It's tears of joy. "Yes," she whispered.

The End :)