Her. She's all I can think about. Day and night images of her race through my head. Her beautiful brown hair that cascades down her shoulders and her blue eyes that remind me of the ocean are perfect to me. Her name is Beatrice, Beatrice Clarke. Her parents and my parents have been friends forever, but I've always found her beautiful. I first met her at age 8. Just looking at her made my heart go wild and I knew one day, she would be my little princess. I remember her voice clearly, the soft way it flowed out her mouth. And when she said my name, it made my knees weak.
Today was the first day back to high school. I'm going into Senior year and Bea is going into Freshman year. I watch her as she walks through the School doors.
"Fuck, she looks so innocent," I say under my breath. She was wearing white knee high socks and a navy blue skirt accompanied by a tight white shirt.
Our eyes lock and I'm quick to look away. I turn around and begin to walk when a soft hand touched my shoulder. A burning sensation went through my body as I turn around.
"B-bea," I stutter.
"Hey Harry, I was just wondering if you could help me find my class?"
"Y-yeah, of course."
My hear was beating erratically in my chest when our hands grazed as she handed me her schedule. Art first period, she always loved art. We're quick to find her class and we awkwardly said our goodbyes.
The rest of the day went fast. Images of her were running wildly through my head, making it impossible for me to focus.
I walk out into the school parking lot and see her standing there all alone, frustrated.
Maybe I should walk over and see if she's okay?
I walk over to her and she looks up, smiling. A million butterflies flutter in my stomach as I softly smile back.
"Hey Bea, um, are you okay?"
"Yeah, thank you Harry. My mom is running super late, so I'll be waiting here for a while."
"Oh, maybe I could give you a ride home?"
She smiles and gets her phone out, calling her mom.
"Hey mom, Harry is just gonna give me a ride home. Yes, okay mom. I love you too. Bye."
"So, we should get going, yeah?"
"That would be lovely."
We walk to my car and I open the passenger door for her. She gets in the car and I jog back to the other side, quickly getting in. The car starts and the soft sound of Nirvanas cd, Nevermind flows through the car. Every now and then I take a quick glance over to Bea and watch her tap her fingers along to the beat of the song. She rests her head against the window of the car and before I know it, she's asleep. Soft snores come from her pale lips and I smile softly to myself.
I pull up to her house, turn my car off, and get out of the car. Opening the passenger door I unbuckle Bea and carefully scoop her up so shes laying bridal style across my arms. Seeing the doors unlocked I walk into her house. No ones home either. I walk up the stairs to her room and lay her in her bed, pulling the covers up over her. Walking away I hear a soft murmur and turn around to see Bea fluttering her eyes open.
"Harry, will you lay with me please?"
I smile softly at how innocent she sounds and walk back towards her.
I lay next to her and she wraps her body around me. A tingling sensation runs through my body and I slowly run my hand down her arm.
She looks up at me as I whisper, "Beautiful."
A blush creeps into her cheeks and she flutters her eyes closed. After about five minutes her breath becomes steady. Listening to her soft breaths, my eyes shut and I drift off into a deep slumber.
