He watched her from afar. Everything. The way her long blonde sawyed in sync with the wind. The way her hands gently stroked the air. The way she softly nibbled on her bottom lip. The way she shyly chuckled at her own foolish dance moves. The way she hopped around and frolicked as if everyone could hear the songs playing in head. He just stared. Admiring her ability to be so wild, so charasmatic, so care-free. So happy. "She's good at it, isn't she?" a man asked. "Sorry what?" the boy asked. "Pretending" the man replied. "Sorry sir, but I don't follow." "The prettiest smiles hide the worst pain." Stunned, the boy turned to looks at the man. The man that no longer stood anywhere in sight. He looked back at her. So beautiful, so innocent, he thought. She continued spinning and giggling. He admired her ability to just exsist. Her ability to dance and put on a show as if she was all alone in her room. He admired everyhting. To him, she was a beautiful soul. A beautiful soul in a flowy, yellow sun dress and a blue jean jacket. Her tan combat boots were old and beat up but on her they looked so perfect.
She paused for a moment. She looked over at him. She giggled and walked over to him.
"Enjoying the show?" she chuckled. Her cheeks were burned from the sun. For a moment, he stared into her emerald green eyes. They weren't only green, they were deep, they told a story. The story was masked by a sweet little smile. "Dance with me?" she asked. Her voice was light and sweet. "It'd be an honor." he responded with a big smile.
For a while they just hopped around, despite some of the strange looks they got from bystanders. They just stared into each other's eyes between twirls, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears. As the sun began to set over the park, their spontaneous dance party came to an end.
"Man, you sure know how to keep up," she said between breaths. He chuckled in response. As she pulled her phone out of her boot she looked at the time.
"Damn, its already 6. What a day, huh..." she eyed him questioningly.
"Oh yeah, I'm Jared. Jared Harley. Like the motorcycle," he responded. "Oh my god, why why why why why?" he thought. Instantly, he felt the blood rising to his cheeks.
"No way! Me too." she gigled. Her laugh was young and fresh. It reminded Jared of childhood, happy. He gave her a confused look.
She laughed again, she always wore that large, goofy smile. He liked that she was always smiling and bubbly. It was refreshing. "Well my first name is Harley. Harley Paxton. Some people call me H.P. but it's i don't know," her sweet little voice cast Jared under a spell. He was so transixed, paying close attention to every little thing she said.
There was a silence, you could hear nothing but the fountain's water running. They both kind of just looked each other up and down, taking in each other's little details.
She looked at the ground innocently, "You gonna ask me for my number or am I making that move too?"
Jared was caught off gaurd and wasn't exactly sure what to say.
She scoffed, "Thats alright baby, you'll get there eventually." She simply skipped over to the bike rack and hoopped on an old, red, rusted bike. As she sped off she yelled behind her. "See you around Jared, Jared Harley."
And just like that, she was gone.
