Your Happy Face

Unwritten

My happiest days of my life started in middle school. I was an optimistic and outgoing girl. I loved making origami cranes and giving it to my teachers and friends. I loved seeing their reactions and making them laugh. I wanted to make everyone in my class have a smile on their face.

This was a goal of mine.

I was almost successful with this plan, but there was this one person. This one boy, Andrew Nguyen.

He had short black hair, it looked like as if his mother cut his hair. He always looked like he had bed hair every single day in the morning. And in the afternoon, it became soft and somewhat curly and poofy like a cloud.
He was different from the other boys. He wasn't as loud and rowdy as the others. He was short and had a soft voice. He barely smiles and when he does, it lights up the whole room. But, he didn't have a cold personality type that doesn't have any feelings towards anyone. He was just shy. He felt embarrassed to show his happy emotions. So, he wasn't popular with the girls. In fact, he didn't really hang out with any girls at all. He just hung out with his group of boys, who would always try to make him laugh. I could always tell that Andrew felt comfortable with his friends. Which is why, he would always be smiling around them.

I thought to myself, I want to do that too. I want to see Andrew smile.

I don't know what it was, but something about him made me feel safe or comfortable. But at the same time, I felt uneasy. Whenever I would see him, my ears would first turn hot, and then transfer to my face. It felt like I was burning. This always confused me. If I were to say so myself, I was an energetic little girl. I could be able to talk to anyone about anything. But then again, Andrew wasn't the same with other boys. I act different around him.

I don't know why I felt like this. He was just a boy. A shy and timid boy! Why could he make me feel this sort of way? And what is this feeling?

This feeling...it was confusing, but it felt nice. It makes my worries somehow fade and it makes my chest start to pound rapidly. It feels like I want to do something. Like I want to talk to someone. Or like I want to run and go somewhere to find something important to me.

With these feelings of mine, I used them to try and encourage myself to go up to Andrew. I wanted to start a conversation with him. I wanted to make him laugh. I wanted to make him smile.
But every single time I glanced at him, my ears would start to burn. And then my whole face starts to melt. He didn't even do anything to make himself look good. He was just naturally cute.

I was never able to go up to him and start up a conversation. But, I just wanted to at least see him face to face. I just wanted him to look at me. Could I be able to make him smile? I wanted to do this before we graduated and part ways. I felt like I didn't even care about making other people laugh. I wanted to make Andrew laugh. Or just at least smile at me.

Three weeks before summer vacation, on a Friday, I had to pack up to go back home. But never have I ever imagined, I would see Andrew standing right in front of me. He was standing right in front of my desk. His back facing me.
His hair looked so cute. It was fluffy and mixed with sweat. Maybe it was from running during his game of tag with his friends, but I don't remember watching him play it? Or maybe...maybe he was nervous into doing something? No...that can't be it.

I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to see his face. Before I knew it, my hand was already on his shoulder. Was I that desperate? What came over me? He turned his head slowly but surely.
"Hey." He mumbled.
I didn't know what to do. My face started burning up. I shook my head to clear my mind up and start over.