Jude Jefferson. Jude is fifteen, he goes to Averson High, a school for aspiring musicians, and boy is he cute. Jude is the boy I’ve been crushin on for two years now. We met in seventh grade when he moved in next door and came to my middle school, and we met by complete accident. At the time he had short hair, and was still rather had a young boy look to him, but he was still good looking. Anyways, the day we met he was wearing a striped sweater (the stripes were purple and black) and light grey skinny jeans with dunks. Yes, I still remember the exact outfit he was wearing, call me crazy. Anyways, we were walking down the hall, as we passed by each other our elbows hit and well… he turned to me, said sorry, and kept walking. Turns out later that day we had math together, AND sat right next to each other. We got to know each other and still are friends, just friends.
These days though Jude has definitely changed, appearance and personality. His hair is much longer, shaggy blondish brown hair, and he has facial hair. His voice, well its much deeper and a bit scratchy, and his confidence, well, he’s got a lot of it. He still wears the tight skinny jeans and sweaters, but he looks more like a musician then a skater boy.
Jude has played the guitar since he was eleven years old. He practices everyday from five to six, and the only reason why I know that is because we’re neighbors and I go over to his house and listen sometimes. To get into Averson High you have to have a lot of talent, and he does. All those years of practice have definitely paid off. If he cut his hair and shaved every so often you would notice that he looks exactly like his mother. He has dimples, and her blue eyes, plus, his hair is the exact same color as hers. Not gonna lie, it would be kinda weird if he didn’t have facial hair, it would be like lookin at a short hair version of Mrs. Jefferson. Basically, I plan to marry Jude Jefferson, and whether he likes it or not, we’re getting married, no doubt in my mind. I can picture the wedding now, white dress, white roses, white chairs, white everything! Hmmm, someday I WILL marry Jude Jefferson.
Okay, I know I sound extremely creepy, but seriously, you don’t know Jude like I do. Jude is this kind, easy going kid. I mean he would do anything for anyone. He seems like this hardcore rocker kid, but he has a soft side to him. Like the other day for example, he has a little sister, she’s five years old and at time’s she can be totally annoying, and the other day when we were sitting on the porch she came outside and she really wanted to have a tea party with us, we told her maybe later, she said okay, but you could totally tell she was sad and I knew he saw it to. I ignored it, but he didn’t. So he stood up and told her we would. We ended up playing tea party for two hours, but she was so happy it didn’t even matter. See, and that’s just one example of his nice side, I could tell a million other stories just like that. Like stopping to give money to a homeless women, working at the homeless shelter ever Wednesday night, taking his little sister Christmas shopping, tons of examples of him and his huge heart!
Now I don’t know any girl who would not fall in love with a guy like that. I may seem creepy, but come on now, you know you want to marry him. Jude is sixteen, I’m fifteen ( just turned it) and it’s perfect. He’s older and taller than me! Plus, he smells really good… now that may sound creepy, but I sure don’t want to date a guy who stinks, its gross and might I add embarrassing. Plus, if you hang around someone who smells a lot, you start to smell. He showers everyday and wears cologne. He never brushes his hair, but he doesn’t need to, it looks better unbrushed anyways. Oh, I almost forgot, he has extremely white teeth! White teeth say a lot, for one it means that he takes care of himself ( good hygiene) and also, it just looks better, it makes him look tanner and fresher and more fun to look at when he smiles! Yes, I know what you’re thinking, total creep, girl with no life, but honestly, its Jude Jefferson, how can you not fall in love?
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