pretty eyes

His eyes follow her as she seems to float into her seat on the bleachers, worn from years of football games past. 

Even as his friends ramble on about something around him, he silently rambles on about something, he silently wonders how this girl, so silent and understated, could seem so much more beautiful than the rest.

How does she stand out, with these hundreds surrounding her? 

He ponders. 

She rests her head on her hand, and in that liquid movement, he is wordlessly stunned. 

He hopes she doesn't turn, catch his unbroken gaze on her. He could pull his eyes away for a second, but they'll just go right back. 

It cannot be helped.

The honey-brown hair tucked modestly behind her ear suddenly bounces out of place, and with a small smile in her eyes, she tucks it back, probably hoping no one noticed. 

But he noticed. 

He saw the smile, even with half her face obscured by a dark mask. 

He found her eyes, the ones that sparkle, reflecting the twinkling lights encompassing the football field. So many colors he had never seen in his life; and the silent passion held within those eyes. They render him speechless. 

He's gone blank. 

So he breathes. 

Her eyes of golden brown 

Her eyes of green 

her eyes of blue 

He's falling into them 

At a heart-stopping pace.