The day I met him was just a normal day. My dad had come over to help unpack some boxes, his gray hair fell in front of his forehead as he bent over to pick up a box.
"Oh! Dad you don't have to do that. That box is heavy I don't want you to hurt yourself.."
"Don't worry bunbun, your old man isn't that old."
I watched with worry as he picked up the box with little effort and walked it to another room. As he disappeared behind a wall there came a knock at my door. So, I skipped across my carpet and to the door where, when I opened it, stood a tall, dark-eyed man.
"Hey, your friend told me you moved...I just wanted to make sure you had my number"
He shyly handed me a slip of paper and turned around. Somedays I still wish I asked him to stay. Just a little longer. What would've changed?Two weeks passed and I talked to him every day. Even though we didn't see each other often since he and I lived forty minutes from each other, we still made time to talk every day. Today I was finally going to see him. I could have sworn if I waited another day, I was going to jump out of my feet like a baby joey. He just made me feel so amazing. Just like two weeks ago, he knocked at my door but this time I was dressed neatly in a dark red hoodie and high-rise jeans. When I opened the door, it was like my eyes were seeing him for the first time again. They saw everything in vivid color. From the top of his dark, curly hair, caramel skin, and Bright smile to the bottom of his long legs and big hands.
"Hey"
"Hi" I was breathless. He summoned butterflies into my stomach and danced feathers around my toes. It was an exhilarating feeling. My breath hitched as we walked out my front door and into the street. I couldn't believe it, this was almost like a date right? Almost.
That day was one of the best days of my life. We laughed and played like nobody else was around, even when his friends were around or we ran into my friends with a sly comment or two about how close we were. I doubted it. He didn't think of me the same. We were just friends. Nothing more.
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Him and I
Randomjust a small short story. Emphasis on SHORT. this is only going to be at most four thousand words because I want to write something and publish it to accomplish something.