My Words(BoyXBoy One-shot)

My Words(One-shot)

I'm walking in the library, between the rows and rows of books. Following the path of the boy who is walking on the other side. He has blond hair and bright blue eyes, and is scanning the shelves, with a determined but confused look, dragging his long delicate fingers across the spines of the novels sitting, gathering dust. As he moves his delicate mouth forms the words in the  titles that are printed on the books as if something will speak to him when its the right time. The boy crouches to view the bottom shelf, I crouch with him, pretending to be looking for a very important book. What book could be as important as him, I couldn't say.

The boy sighs and stands moving to the next shelf of books, I follow. How long had I been coming here  to see this boy wander around the library? I had started it before I had even noticed. How did it start?

I remember, it was a Monday, I had gone to the library to find some books for the paper I had to write for my English class. The boy was holding a ton of books, so I thought he was working there, and I had stopped to ask him if he could help me find it. He had looked puzzled at first but then just smiled and nodded asking me the information. He lead me towards the shelves and pointed to a book on the shelf.

"I think that's the one your looking for." At first I was stunned by his voice, it was silky and smooth, like velvet only lighter. "Are you alright ?" 

"Hm?, Yeah I'm great, this is it thanks a lot." I pulled the book from the shelf and walked off but still eyed him as I went to the check out. After that I came back every Monday, It turned out that he was tutoring there the same time every week. I came and came, and came again to see him sitting tutoring the young kids. Then afterwards he would wander into the shelves and get lost in the sea of pages. 

Here I am still following him, I would like to have the courage to talk to him but I mean, what would I say? Hey man, I know I'm a dude, and your also a dude, but maybe we could start dating and holding hands or something? That would make him run away and never come back here ever  again. 

"Hey are you okay?" The voice snaps me out of the insane conversation I was having with myself, which clearly does not make me crazy in any way what so ever. Looking up I gaze into the bright blue eyes of the boy, and this is the clever response I come up with. "Uh"

"Dude, what the hell have you been doing here?" A loud voice snaps to the other side of me." I've been looking for you all damn day!" Despite the fact that I know my best friend Carson is standing there, I'm still looking into the eyes of the boy. It's almost like if i break eye contact with him, I'll never get this opportunity again. His perfectly shaped eyebrows raise in curiosity.

"Are you okay?" He asks again, offering me his hand. The first thing that comes to mind is I can touch that hand? That beautiful hand that so gently skims the shelves that I have been hiding in for the past three weeks. I consider taking it, and I'm about to when Carson grabs me by the collar and pulls me up to stand beside him. "Dude, coach is going to flip!"  Carson seethes "Is this where you've been for the past month?"

"three weeks." I correct him looking at the floor. 

Carson shakes his head "Who the hell cares, we have to go talk to coach now, he said he's going to kick you off the team if you don't start showing up for practice!" Carson grabs my jacket and yanks me after him towards the exit. Quickly I look back after the boy, who is just standing there staring at me as if I'm some sort of puzzle he needs to solve. 

Once we are outside I shake Carson off of me in irritation, " Dude seriously what the hell!" He growls. Not wanting to even bother trying to have a civilized conversation with the idiot I just walk towards  my car. Carson follows me.

"Honestly bro, if you don't like lacrosse anymore, just quit, no one is asking you to stay if you don't want to, It's just a club."

"That's not it man, I've just been.....distracted." The sigh that leaves my mouth is one of utter distress. Me and Carson lean against the trunk of my car. The metal bulk weighs down beneath our  mass.