She’s
in her room. It's a typical Tuesday night. Her homework sits undone on her desk. Her phone is clutched in her hand as she longs for his text. What can she expect, he probably doesn't even know she exists. She sighs as she puts in her headphones, Taylor Swift's voice echoes through her head. She shut's her eyes and let's his flawless face drift into her head once more. She goes to sleep, thinking about him. 

She can't help it, she's in love. ♥ 

As her eyes shut, the phone in her hand reads 11:11. 
He’s

In his room. It's a typical Wednesday night. He skipped footy training today, he couldn't play when the only thing going through his head was her. He stares at his phone screen, debating on whether he should call her, the beautiful girl of his dreams. He sighs, knowing she doesn't like him. Thinking she's way too amazing for him. He pictures the gorgeous girl again as he fall's onto his bed.

He can't help it, he's in love. ♥

The time on the clock hanging in his room say's 11:11.