Writer's POV

As a kid, Maeve was one shy girl, who because of being overweight, chose to be antisocial. She knew she could never blend in because kids always laughed at her, and called her fat and ugly. To the extent of bullying her. She was fair, round and thick. With thighs like that of woman. She lived with her maternal Grandpa, Rufus Stiles, and Richard Stiles who was her uncle, and six years ahead of her. She lived with them because her mom, who had given birth to her at a very tender age, was studying medicine, a seven years course at the University.

And her dad was studying marine engineering in Philippines.

So, she lived with her Grandpa and uncle. With her mom coming from time to time, to check up on her, and her dad FaceTiming with her once in a while. Her dad's name was Evans Oscar Mattew.

He wasn't her biological father, but had stayed with her mom while she was still in her mom's stomach. He took care of her, until she finally gave birth to Maeve. Evans loved Maeve more than life itself, and even treated her better than the way Diane, Maeve's mom, treated Maeve.

He would take her outing, when she was just an infant. Feed her and change her diaper, in the midst of his friends who were young guys like him. And he would sing her to sleep with his amazing voice. This made the infant to grow very fond of him. And when he was to leave for school, she had cried so much. Because she knew he was going to be away. They were at the airport on that day, with her mom shedding tears as well.

However, Maeve started getting used to his absence when she stayed with just her mom for a year. And when she was finally two, her mom decided to go continue schooling, since she was still very young at that time. Something which threw Maeve into the position of living with her maternal grandfather and uncle.

At first, she had made life difficult for them, with her consistent crying and turning the house upside down. Something which made her Grandpa wished his wife was still alive.

Because she was the perfect person who could nurse a child. Maeve's uncle Richard who was just eight at that time, had no idea on how to care for babies, since he himself was just a kid at that time. He was taught how to clean a baby's butt and change her diaper, by Maeve's mom, Diane herself. He was taught how to tap at the side of her cheeks to check if she was hungry, and so on and so forth. With time, he was the one bathing and feeding baby Maeve, until he mastered everything.

Even Maeve herself got used to his company, more than her Grandpa, who was always moody. Not that he didn't love her. He was still mourning his late wife, because everything reminded him of her.

However, Maeve's Dad always did FaceTime with her, so she could still remember his face. He sang her her favourite songs to make her happy, then blew her goodbye kisses. A two years old Maeve got used to this, and knew that she would only see her dad on a tab screen for a long time. While she got used to her mom visiting once in every two weeks. So she was stuck with being with her uncle and grandpa. But got more attached to her uncle, because he showed her more care.

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Maeve watched Leo through her window, as he rode on his bicycle with his acquaintances. Waiting for the perfect moment to throw down the letter she had wrote, and had crumpled into a paper ball.

She had been fantasizing about doing this for a very long time. Ever since few days ago, when she almost slipped and fell into dirt, and he had caught hold of her and helped her up. She had finally summoned up the courage to write him about how she felt about him. To her, Leo was the most good looking boy she had ever seen. He was so neat and calm in class. Something which had made her develope feelings for him even more. Plus he was nice, caring, had good manners with good grades at school.

With her heart in her chest, Maeve closed her eyes and pictured his handsome face. Created mental images of him smiling, and hugging her tightly. And then kissing, just like she had saw in the movies. She could feel a huge smiling forming up in her face, at this. She couldn't stop anticipating the kiss. She had seen how grown ups kissed at the mall, how the seniors in her school hid and kissed themselves behind a tree, after closing hours. She had been seeing a lot of kissing here and there. And would want to try it out with Sam too. To know how it felt like to be kissed by someone she had a huge crush on. To feel his lips touch hers, and then him offering her a warm smiling and pulling her into a hug, after the kiss. This made the smile on her face deepen to the extent that she could feel hurt in her cheeks.