[ WP ] The narrator has a huge crush on the protagonist . It 's really starting to creep the protagonist out .

It's the middle of Spring in the city of Creston. City folk crowd the sidewalks trying to get to their favorite luncheon spots, advertise new businesses, or simply take a nice stroll in the very welcome sunny weather. 
 
 Oh, well what do we have here? That is a fine looking young lady walking down the street that I would want to - 
 
 `` Hey who the hell is saying that?'' Mari says. She looks over her shoulder immediately. 
 
 `` What the hell? Who's talking to me right now? How do you know what I'm doing? And why do you say'she says'? Stop narrating what I do.'' She puts her back against the brick wall of Old Stan's Tools. She looks back at the wall to confirm what I've just said. Oh my, she's turned from fine looking to adorable. Do n't brush up against the wall too much, your black spots on teal dress shirts do n't match very well. And you know that you just picked it up from the dry cleaners. How about we just talk for a bit, Mari? 
 
 She dashes up and runs across the street. Her straight brown hair bounces to the side with every step. It really is beautiful the way she runs, readers. I wish you could all see it because I am absolutely terrible at description. Oh, Mari, car on your - 
 
 A car screeches to a stop and Mari falls to the ground, absolutely stunned at what's happening. She watches in disbelief as the driver gets out of his car to see if she's okay. But I'll tell you right now, she's more baffled by my continuing narrative of her life than she is that she was almost severely injured. 
 
 `` You asshole!'' She shouts at at the sky. But because I do n't actually have a physical manifestation in her world, the driver takes it that she was cursing at him. His brow furrows and a scowl dominates his face. She shakes her head and explains that someone keeps narrating her life. Bad move, Mari. Best to keep me a secret or else you'll end up in the looney bin. She reasons that since no one is hurt and nothing is damaged she can run away safely from the situation, hopefully from me. She pushes past crowds, thinking that it will distract me from her beautiful, crescent shaped eyes. But I can see the beads of sweat on her perfect, cream colored skin. Flawless, sweetie. Absolutely flawless. 
 
 She ducks in the crowd. Oh, Mari, do n't you know that I can see you holding your head in complete terror? That's not very attractive. Then, she hears a different voice in front of her, a - 
 
 Oh, my. This new young lady. Charlotte. Oh, Charlotte I did n't even recognize you with your new haircut. She is absolutely gorgeous. Her black hair is so curly and she has the most pillow-y looking soft lips. She looks straight ahead of her. 
 
 `` Stop harassing people, Gerrick.'' She says. I love when you say the name that you've given me. She pulls Mari up by the arm pulls her against the crowd. She does n't resist. Hmm, I'm not sure if I like the look of a defeated Mari. It makes me feel like a stalker. 
 
 `` Look, this guy comes by every once in a while and does this nonsense. We've tried to tell him that it's really creepy and unwanted, but to be honest, assholes like him are going to keep existing in our lifetime, so we've learned to deal with it while fighting to make things better for future people he's going to harass.'' Do you really feel this way, Charlotte? Well, of course she does. I know she does. I'm in her head. And Mari, too? Yes, she's terrified. 
 
 But who will love me? 
 
 `` That's not our concern, Gerrick. Leave us alone to live our lives.'' Charlotte says. Oh, you're so cold to me. I just want to be loved by you young ladies. But you're right. This is n't the way a gentleman should act, especially one with the abilities that I have. 
 
 I tell the young ladies goodbye and exit their heads. Can I do that? Yes, readers. I can. And I would love to tell you the story of how Mari and Charlotte end up falling in love due to my disturbance of their lives, but really, it's not my story to tell.
