[ WP ] The two characters of the story can hear the narrator . The narrator ( being a hopeless romantic ) is trying to make them fall in love with each other . They are uncomfortable with the idea .

*Sarah was a teenage girl dissatisfied with her life. Lonely in her small town, she knew she was missing something. * 
 
 Sarah startled at the sound of the cool accented voice, quickly lifting herself from her bed, one arm reaching for the baseball bat hidden against the headboard. 
 
 “ Who ’ s there? ” 
 
 *She looked up, pleading for something in her life to change, to go her way, just this once. * 
 
 “ What the fuck? Who are you? ” 
 
 *I-, * the voice choked, *you can hear me? * 
 
 She gaped in astonishment, her brows raised. 
 “ Of course I can hear you. You ’ re practically shouting in my ear. ” 
 
 *Well, you ’ re the first. 
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 The teenage girl blinked at that. “ Are you God?, ” she whispered. 
 
 *No*, he laughed. *Certainly not. * 
 
 “ Then who – then what are you? ” 
 
 *That ’ s a bit difficult to explain. You can think of me as the narrator of your story. * 
 
 “ My story? What do you mean? ” 
 
 *Everyone who has ever lived has had a story. It is my job to tell yours. * 
 
 “ Okay, ” she murmured slowly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. 
 
 *Sarah ’ s mind reeled as her existence was forever changed but what she had just learned. * 
 
 “ Dude! I can still hear you. ” 
 
 *I do apologize, It ’ s been too long since I ’ ve had a real conversation. * 
 
 “ So do you know how my future?, ” she asked weakly. “ Everything that will happen to me? ” 
 
 *No, if your life was predestined then there would be no need for me. * 
 
 Sarah let out a long sigh. “ Okay, that ’ s probably a good thing. ” 
 
 *Sarah, I hate to interrupt, but I believe if you do not leave now, you will be late for class. * 
 
 Her head turned to stare at the clock, her eyes widening at the time. “ Shit, shit, shit! You couldn ’ t have told me that five minutes ago! ” 
 
 The voice did not reply. Now he would be silent, she thought. 
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 *Sarah barely paid any attention to her first two classes, Algebra and English, despite only achieving a grade of ‘ C ’ on her previous Algebra midterm. But in her third class, United States History, the teenaged girl was sitting up straight in her chair. But her eyes were not directed at the board, but at someone else. * 
 
 Sarah frowned from where she was slumped in her chair. She wanted to question him, but to reply to her the voice in her head would be a one way trip to a 72-hour hold. No, she would have to keep silent and try her best to ignore him. 
 
 *Sarah locked eyes with the young man to her left. Jamie, the handsome hockey player who Sarah had had a crush on for nearly a year. They had been neighbors in this class for even longer, but Sarah had never talked to him outside of rare pleasantries. And yet, there was still a connection forming between them. * 
 
 `` No,'' she sneered, her voice low, which caused the heads of her classmates to turn to stare at her. “ Uh, sorry, ” she coughed, her cheeks burning. 
 
 “ Sarah, ” her teacher called. “ Did you have something to add? ” 
 
 “ No Mr. Johnson. Sorry. ” He peered at her for a moment, before resuming the lesson. 
 
 Jamie glanced at her, and Sarah had to admit, he was attractive – an attractive asshole, that is. 
 
 *The young woman ’ s body tingled from their brief contact. If she turned her head to look, she would see the object of her affection watching her in concern. * 
 
 Sarah did turn her head at that, but the man in question was looking straight ahead, and she rolled her eyes at the ceiling. What kind of game was he playing? 
 
 
 

