The sun

What if

Marcus
I wake up and her sad eyes are my first thought. The way they look so broken yet so beautiful. The thought of someone hurting her pisses me off. I've never met anyone that instantly made me feel. The way her posture shows she doesn't take shit from anyone but her eyes show she has a reason for that. I slept with my phone under my pillow hoping she might text.
As I get up and stretch my phone goes off. I don't want to look. If it's not her, for the first time a girl will disappoint me. I change out of my grey sweats into a pair of dark jeans. I reach for my phone and am relieved when I see her name.

Hey it's Ava we met last night.

I want to see her. I have this need to know her. Every inch and corner of her brain. I'm dying to know why her beautiful eyes are so broken. I want to fix whatever has hurt her. I feel so ridiculous, just seeing her once and listening to her soothing voice affected me instantly. It's like there was something invisible pulling us together. I used to want to vomit at the thought of love. Now, now I know that love at first sight exists.

Hey, what are you doing this morning. Let's get coffee my treat.

I don't even like coffee. But that's the only reason to meet up this early. I guess I could have said breakfast but what if she already ate. Seeing her every morning would definitely change my mind about taking more classes. Hell even the possibility of running into her on campus makes me want to go.

Sure. Starbucks?

I hurry to find a shirt. As I reach for my shirt from last night I change my mind and grab a white v-neck instead. I don't want her to think I don't own clothes or wash myself.

On my way. Did you want me to order your drink when I get there so it's ready?

I open the door and head out. As I step outside I realize I might have drank a little more than I thought last night. My head starts throbbing as if my heart were beating in it. I stand there and take a minute to adjust. I reach in my pocket at the sound of my phone.

Yeah that's fine just get me whatever you get. I'm not a huge coffee drinker.

As I walk into Starbucks I type into google popular Starbucks drink but my phone won't load. As I step forward in line the door opens and in she walks. She's smiles nervously at me. God she's so breathtaking. "Hey" she says in such a soft voice. I smile, "Hey so whats your favorite flavor of coffee?" She looks at the menu. "I'll go with anything Carmel" as we step up to the counter I order two Carmel crunch frappes. I want to touch her. She always looks so perfect.
"How do you like it here" she asks. I mentally laugh because I dread being here that is until I met her. "I like it I guess, my mom wanted me to go here" I never tell people about my mom. "Did she go here?" She said while looking at the floor. She did go here and then she met my father who unintentionally fucked up her life. She was a sweet loving soul, the only person I've ever loved. "She did." I shift uncomfortably hoping I won't have to say more about her. "Do you enjoy the campus?" She avoids eye contact "yes, I love it." I just wish she would look at me, the silence makes me realize the awkward tension. "So what do you do for fun?" She asks while finally looking up at me. I quickly answer "just hangout with the guys and try to make some of my classes" I let out the last part with a low laugh. She looks back down at the floor, I wish I could read her mind so I would know what to say next. I never realized how hard it would be to talk to someone with intentions other than just getting in there pants. "So what do you like to do?" I ask while scratching my head. She ponders for a moment. "Just going to all of my classes, and occasionally going to the bar." Maybe joking about wasting my tuition wasn't the right move. She seems so serious, I wonder if she's ever just joked around and laughed. Maybe she can't laugh, maybe she's one of those people who were born with a stick up there ass and never smile. She can't be, maybe she's just as nervous as I am. Thankfully they say my name to come get out drinks. I walk over and pick them up. We sit down next to the window as I hand over her drink I dump mine on my lap instantly standing up and knocking hers down on the table. "Fuck!" I instantly grab napkins and pat myself as if that's going to help. I look up and realize she's smirking at me and it instantly makes me laugh. "Do you think this is funny?" She starts to laugh and it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. So she wasn't born with a stick up her ass. "It's a good thing I don't really care for coffee". She says while still laughing. "Do you want to maybe walk back to my dorm just so I can change and then we can grab something to eat real quick?" She stops laughing and looks down. "We don't have to, I just figured then we could hangout a little longer" I hope she doesn't think I'm an idiot now, not only do I skip class but I can't even hand her something without making a mess. "Sure, I'll just wait for you outside while you change" she says while standing up. As we get ready to walk out she looks over at the woman who rang us up "I'm sorry my uncoordinated date spilled everything I can clean it up if you'd like" she laughs and says "it's okay we've got it, I hope your day gets better" she says while looking at my pants. I didn't say anything because I was still speechless she called me her date.