brown eyed beauty - benicio bryant

Part 4

The next morning I was abruptly pulled from my dream as my alarm blared and vibrated on my bedside table. I rolled over with a groan and hit stop, and was greeted with an email from my schools superintendent.

"Hello students of John Adams High School. Todays forecast predicts that there will be a snowstorm, school will be on a temporary recess." I sighed in content knowing that I would have the day to myself, and be free from the taunting of the other students. My mom was off at work, so I decided to do a little bit of light internet stalking, or as I call it, research. I may be all for the "Don't judge a book by its cover" or the internet face isnt the same as real or whatever but I'd like to know who I might be seeing on my trip. I opened up instagram and typed in Avery's handle, opening up her following list. I scrolled a bit, clicking on a few pages on the way down, diving deeper into my search. Nobody in particular really stood out to me. It was a sea of boys holding fish and snowboarding and girls with their starbucks. I was about to give up as I started losing interest when I came across a page that caught my eye. Beniciob04. He was tan, and had long dark hair that wired into perfect curls. He had dark brown eyes, and incredible eyebrows not to mention. He was laying in a garden of yellow flowers with a white tee shirt that accented his skin tone perfectly. He was almost ethreal. I scrolled through his photos and marvelled in amazement. I honestly wish I could be half as pretty as this boy. I looked in his tagged photos and was greeted by photos with him and his friends and family, and wore a signature smirk in each. I only saw about 2 photos with him actually smiling, and it was the most pure sight. I looked over and over, scanning each photo and yet I couldn't find a single flaw. Even in the off-gaurd 'you're supposed to hate me for this' birthday posts, he looked like an angel. I wonder if he is from Seattle? Maybe Avery knows him? I'm putting these ideas into my head. I highly doubt it, and in any case he probably already has every girl from wherever hes from swooning over him. I don't stand a chance. Knowing Avery hes probably just another stranger that she sees only as a number to add to her followers list. Quanity over quality, I guess. I contemplate sending him a DM but realize how rediculous I sounded. 'Hey was just stalking my friend who I've never met(s) instagram and found you among these stereotypical bums, I think you're gorgeous marry me pls.' Completely reasonable and not at all creepy! I put down my phone once I hear my stomach grumbling, as its around time for me to make breakfast. I walked out of my room and shivered in the cold, growing goosebumps with each step I took. I opened my bathroom door and took my robe off the back of it, wrapping it around myself in hopes to get some kind of warmth in this bitter cold. I slid my feet into my slippers and walked into the kitchen to make something to eat. I rummaged through each cabinet and opened the fridge at least 4 times, as if something else would just magically appear. I settled on fruit loops. I couldn't reach the bowls, as I stand at approximately 5'0, so I climbed up onto the counter and retrieved it. I grabbed the milk from the fridge, and a spoon from my drawer and sat down at my table and poured the cereal into my bowl, before the milk, of course. If you pour the milk you're a psychopath and thats coming from me. Once I was satisfied with the amount I ate, I put my bowl in the sink and went back to my room. I tried putting off the thought of that boy I saw, but it was no use. I opened my phone back up and contemplated on calling Avery to find out if she actually knew the mystery boy, but came to the conclusion that this was an incredibly unwise choice. If she didn't know him before she'd make it a point to know him so she could weasel my way into his life. While this wasn't an idea I was opposed to fully, I knew that wasn't the way to meet him. Plus, in any circumstance that she does, he must live across the country and that would be no use. I again tried pushing him out of my mind and this time I achieved temporary success. I put on my favorite show, Criminal Minds, and sat down to watch a couple episodes. When I looked down at my phone after what felt like 20 minutes, I noticed 6 hours had gone by, and I had no notifications. I went back to watching my show, and after 3 more episodes it was about 6pm. My mom got home, and we did the usual chores, and she made dinner. We swap off nights that we cook. Neither of us are any kind of professional but I think my food is pretty good if I do say so myself. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but my garlic bread slaps. We didn't talk much during dinner, we didn't have anything very important to say. She asked how my day was I asked her in return and that was about it for our exchange. We finished up eating and both cleared our plates. Since she cooked, tonight was my night to do dishes. Washing dishes has to be my least favorite chore. I will mop, sweep, and dust every surface, but washing dishes is just the bane of my existance. You try to wash one spoon and its like you just ran through a childrens splashpad, and dont even get me started on how I feel about wet sleeves. I finished washing them and hastily wiped them dry with a towel, dragging a chair towards the countertop to assist me in putting them back on the top shelf. I poked my head in my moms room on my way to mine to make sure she didn't need anything else before I turned in for the night, then made my way back to my room. I sat by my window looking out at all the commotion, looking at the blackness of the sky in comparison to the buildings that looked like they reached the stars. Once when I was younger, my mom decided to take us on a camping trip out in Maine. We had no idea how to pitch a tent, or how to use the portable stove, so the trip was miserable to say the least, but the one thing that I can say is that places like these, you can see the stars so clearly. The air even felt cleaner. Her and I laid out on the ground counting them, but it was of course no use, as I was young and could barely count, and it is impossible to count the stars. Looking out now, they dont glow half as bright. Perhaps all the celebrities that we refer to as 'stars' that inhabit the city are the ones taking the light from them. Thats what I'd like to believe, even though the better part of me knows it is because of the amount of air pollution and light pollution produced here. I'll choose, however, to live in blissful ignorance with my foolish ideas. I sat out looking and taking in the snowy scene, and I got so caught up in my own thoughts that it felt as if everything went silent. That there were no longer people bustling down the sidewalk going to or from work, and hailing taxis to meet their dates that will inevitbly be a disaster. It all got quiet. I felt at peace, but this only lasted a moment as I was brought back into reality by my phone blowing up on my bed. I realized that the time was 11:00, which shocked me as I wasn't the slightest bit tired. I scrolled through my messages while more were being rapid fired.