"You have a real talent with pictures, they all tell a different story. They truly are wonderful."
I felt myself blush. Looking up, I noticed how the light from the nearby window made his green eyes look like lake water, warm and soft like silk, all around you. I slowly let my eyes trail down his body, though thin, he looked strong, and i just wanted to be engulfed by his arms, to put my head on his chest and feel his heartbeat against my cheek.
"So, do you have any more that you would like to show me?" He said slowly, setting the black and white picture he had in his oddly small hands. Looking at his hands, gently grabbing the photograph that he was examining, with a look of deep concentration on his face just made me wish I could touch them...
"Yes, I have a few more that I took a while ago, but I don't think you would like to see even more of my pictures, I bet you're bored out of your mind." I chuckled, shifting in the stool I'm currently sitting on, putting my hands on the edge of the table.
"Hey," he said, bringing my attention back to him "you could never make me feel bored. You're so interesting and talented and smart... beautiful too, if you don't mind me saying. I really hope you know that, I hope you know how amazing you are."
He then put his hand on top of mine, I looked down on our hands, pale on top of a dark wood counter. He squeezed mine a little, and I looked back up to him, meeting his strong gaze.
"No one has ever said such nice things about me." I whispered, returning his deep look. "That's because they don't know how perfect you are..." slowly, he leaned in, beautiful green eyes shifting between my eyes and my lips, while I just froze. I can't even move.
"Can I kiss you?" Only a few centimeters away, he whispered. I nod slightly, and he smiled, a beautiful, bright-lipped smile, as he closed the gap between us.
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The alarm rang loudly, Blink-182's M+M's blasting from the clock's speakers on my bed side table. "What. Was. That." I mutter, as last night's dream came back to me. Slowly, I got up, walking into the bathroom and looking into my reflection. "What is wrong with me?" I brushed my teeth, thinking about the guy with the pink hair that starred in the cheesy Nicholas Sparks book that was last night's dream.
If all felt so real, his voice, his eyes... I hadn't even seen his eyes, why were they so clear in my dream? How could I even know how they look like? Why would I even dream about him? He's a boy I barely got a glance of and in a second I snapped a photo of him. Doesn't matter that he was probably one of the most attractive guys I have ever seen.
Finally, I rinsed my mouth and brushed my hair into a high ponytail, walked out of the bathroom and, grabbing a random t-shirt and a pair of jeans, I let a long sigh leave my mouth.
After quickly changing into the clothes I grabbed, I walked into the apartments small kitchen and took out cereal and milk, eating it slowly while leaning against the dark wood counter top. I finished my breakfast and checked the digital clock that was right in front of me, 8:30AM shining bright.
I grabbed the keys, my phone and my camera, walking out the building and to the nearby bus stop that carried me into the city. The bus arrived exactly at 8:45, probably because it was a Saturday, there was almost no traffic in the city.
Sitting in the middle of the bus, I got my camera out, and looked -for the millionth time- at the photo of the boy, the boy that I so desperately wanted to know the name of. The bus slowed down to a stop and, paying the driver, I got out, my destination unknown as I roamed the city. I still hadn't completed the assignment for class on monday, but after yesterday's events, trying to look for another inspiration seemed a bit difficult.
I now stood next to the bench in which I was sitting yesterday. Staying here waiting for that boy would probably be the creepiest thing I could possibly do, I'm just going to keep walking.
For another two blocks, I kept on walking, stopping from time to time to look for some form of inspiration. This part of the city was unknown to me, I rarely walked more than a block from the bus stop. Walking past an old beige building, I saw the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Wedged in between two tall buildings and secured by a black gate, a small garden was there. As I neared the gate, I started noticing the small details inside. In the middle there was a fountain, topped with two angels with their wings spread wide open, making it look even more heavenly. On either side, flowers unknown to me filled the small space, bursts of red, yellow, blue and orange stood out from the beautiful green that covered the walls on either side. The space seemed to have no end as the plants went on and on, longer than my eyes could see. My hands gently grazed the gate, something about it seemed wrong, incomplete maybe.
It isn't locked! The black gate wasn't locked!
I debated whether going in or not, but if the owners didn't want anyone coming in, I guess they would keep it locked, right? The gate made a small noise as I opened it just enough so I could sneak in, while looking around for anyone that might be watching me. I closed it behind me and turned around, the beauty of the garden taking my breath away, quickly, I took my camera out and started taking pictures, walking closer to the fountain in the middle.
Hidden from sight, a small stone bench sat next to the fountain. Sitting there, I looked up at the sky above, a few clouds littered the bright blue sky, it was a beautiful day and I was in an even beautiful place.
The sound of a guitar being strummed forced me into reality, I looked around but couldn't find the source of the music being played. I stood up, placed the camera around my neck walked deeper into the garden.
A huge tree stood a couple of feet from the fountain, the sound of what I now recognized as an even slower version of 'I Miss You' seemed to be coming from the other side of the tree. Curiosity overpowered the slight nerves that had started growing a few seconds ago as I walked around the tree, my hand grazing the hard surface of the tree.
The other side slowly came into view, another bench like the one I was sitting on was right in front of the tree. Suddenly, I felt as if someone had punched me very hard in my stomach. I couldn't believe my eyes.
The pink, purple and lilac haired guy from my dreams was sitting on the bench.
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A/N: Sorry for the change from small caps to big caps, Wattpad went crazy with the new update and changed that, but oh well! Sorry I hadn't updated in so long, I seriously thought this was all a big flop and I was going to get 0 reads, well, it still is a big flop but I realized how much fun I was having by writing it so I decided to continue! Anyways, bye and thanks for reading this far! Love always, Andrea.
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Fanfiction"Taking a picture of someone is harmless, he won't even notice." Or so she thought, as she snapped a picture of an attractive teen across the street.
