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

Helen ran toward the sidewalk with her hand in the air. 
 
 `` Taxi!'' she yelled to the street full of yellow, checkered cars. One of them pulled to the side. She brushed a strand of her silky brown hair out of her piercing green eyes and opened the back door of the vehicle. 
 
 `` Carnegie Hall,'' said Helen, revealing her angelic smile. As the cab sped away, she began rubbing her beautiful neck. It had been a stressful day. The life of a beautiful girl- 
 
 `` Just *stop*, already,'' she said, her voice riled. 
 
 `` You want to get out?'' the cab drive asked, confused. 
 
 `` No, no,'' answered Helen. `` Carnegie Hall, please.'' 
 
 `` *Okay*.'' The cab driver rolled his eyes and kept driving. 
 
 Helen was stressed and it showed. Nobody understood how hard it was to be such a beautiful girl in the city. She was easily a ten. Some would say she was even an eleven. 
 
 `` My god, leave me alone!'' Helen screeched. `` I do n't know who you are and how you're talking to me, but just *stop*!'' 
 
 Helen motioned forward, letting the cab driver know to keep driving. He did, but kept glancing at the rearview mirror as she continued her adorable tantrum. 
 
 `` I did n't mind this at first,'' she started. `` Hell, it was nice to have a narration of my life. It felt like *Scrubs* or something.'' 
 
 I love *Scrubs*! JD is my favorite. And Eliot Reed is *hot*. Not as hot as you though, Helen! 
 
 `` You- you're not even narrating anymore!'' yelled Helen. 
 
 You're right Helen, I've been slipping in my narration duties, but there's something I *have* to tell you. 
 
 `` Please do n't.'' 
 
 I love you, Helen. You're the most beautiful girl I've even seen. 
 
 `` Thanks, uh voice, but it's not going to work out.'' 
 
 Why not? 
 
 `` You're a voice.'' 
 
 You have a voice too. 
 
 `` Listen, you're not such a bad guy. Like I said, I enjoyed the narration in the beginning. But the constant flirting and compliments are getting tiresome. And now you're not even narrating at all! You have n't even mentioned the fact that I got out of the cab and I'm walking on the sidewalk.'' 
 
... 
 
 `` Are you still there?'' 
 
 Jennifer walked by Helen on the sidewalk. Her striking blonde hair glistened in the sun. 
 
 `` Who said that?'' she asked in a panic. She was confused at the strange, but handsome voice that began narrating her life. She quickly realized how nice it would be. It made her feel special. She let out a smile and continued walking along. 
 
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