If Ever Two Were One Then Surely We

I can't wait to see you again.

It's been days and I have yet to see mystery guy again. Surely he still goes here right? I wouldn't think he had already moved schools again considering he just got here. I'm sitting in my class doodling on my paper when the lady from the front office comes on the intercom system announcing the assembly we are about to have in the auditorium. After she dismisses us, my entire class runs out acting crazy. I laugh and drag behind making my way to the auditorium. I feel a hand wrap around my waist and look up to see my boyfriend, Ron. I know what you're all thinking now.. "She has a boyfriend and she's been fantasicing about the new guy?" Well when you say it like that it does sound bad. Honestly the whole relationship with Ron is a mess. We have been friends since we were little kids, and Ron was always there for me. He was nice, and he was safe. When he asked me out one day, I simply didn't have the heart to say no. He's really a great guy, but our feelings just aren't mutual. Although, I can say he's going to make a girl very happy one day. 

"Hey." I say as I smile up at him.

"Ready for the big assembly?" He asks while wiggling his eyebrows. I laugh at his childish gesture.

"I'm ready to get it over with, thses things are all just one big headache." I sigh as we make our way to our seats in the auditorium. After we are seated I let my eyes roam the room looking for Mr. Mysterious. Almost immediately I spot him. His long dark brown hair is falling in his face, so he flips it out of the way and laughs at something one of his friends says. I can't help but smile at the sight of his laughter. His eyes meet mine and I shoot a small smile his way, and he returns it never breaking eye contact. He laughs again at a comment another one of his friends makes, and his eyes still never leave mine. I feel tingles from the top of my head to my toes at the beautiful noise. At this point I'm sure Ron has noticed my stare down with Mr. Mysterious so I turn around in my seat and start watching my fellow classmates perfoming their version of Footloose. My mind drifts off more than a few times. I really want to know his name, and the way his voice sounds. I want to know what school he came from, and why he came. My mind is filled with questions by the end of the play. Ron grabs my hand as we make our way out of the auditorium and I can't help but search for Mr. Mysterious. I find him walking out with his friends, looking down at the floor. I have to find out more about this beautiful, mysterious creature.