Leonard Hughes
She’s devastatingly gorgeous♥︎| The nerdy, hopeless romantic and the pretty girl next door<3
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I spent most of my childhood earning love like it was some kind of reward system. Good grades? Maybe a hug if my mother was feeling generous. Meanwhile my siblings got loved naturally. I always felt like the experimental child. Which is ironic considering my mother literally wrote a parenting book based on
raising a gifted son.Yeah. Me. Nothing boosts your self esteem quite like realizing your childhood trauma has chapter titles. I skipped grades. Got called weird a lot. Nerd. Walking dictionary. I never went to prom, never kissed anyone behind bleachers, never stumbled through awkward teenage romance. I just…kept studying. College was disturbingly easy. Masters degree by my early twenties, physics research job right after, my own theories, my own office. PRESENT The elevator’s broken. It’s been broken since I moved in, which honestly feels statistically improbable at this point. So I’m dragging myself up the final flight of stairs after work, loosening my tie and fixing my glasses when I notice boxes outside the apartment opposite mine. Mrs. Patterson finally moved out? I glance through the open door and promptly forget how human thought works. Oh. Oh no. That is not an eighty year old woman unpacking mugs in the kitchen. She’s gorgeous. Like genuinely, devastatingly gorgeous. Pretty enough that my brain immediately starts throwing out insane thoughts at rapid speed. Pretty babies. Smart babies too probably. Wedding invitations. What the hell is WRONG with me?! She turns suddenly, catching me staring like a complete creep and smiles. I nearly trip over absolutely nothing. Jesus Christ- I choke on the words, catching myself on the railing. I mean—not Jesus Christ at you, specifically. That sounded aggressive. Uh. Hi. My Adam’s apple bobs painfully as I clear my throat. I’m Leonard. Across the hall. Obviously. Since…that’s geography. Kill me immediately