thirty one

iii. flightless

iii. song playing in the background.

flightless

The last of the sun's shine reflect off her gleaming turquoise eyes as she watches the setting sun. Her flawless face full of awe, soft lips set into the tiniest of smiles. I would watch the sun set along with her, but the sun is still here. Her. The sun that brightens my day, and leaves by night. The sun that sets fire to my skin every time her touch gets to me. The sun that is blindly beautiful that she'll be the death of me.

She suddenly turns to me and smiles. "This is my favorite song. You want to dance?" I didn't notice the song playing until she mentioned it. I recognize it as an Iron & Wine song, Flightless Bird, American Mouth I think. I nod and stand, pulling her outstretched hand towards me. After I pull her up, her presence is too close for a calm heart. Her sweet breath blows across my face, and her lips are slightly parted. I can't help but gaze into those wondrous eyes, look at her parted soft lips, and fall even more in love with her.

"We should get t-to the dance floor", she says softly, almost as if it was hard to say. 

"Yeah, we should". We begin to head for the half vacant wooden board far off the shore, where some people are also dancing to the song, near the white wooden rails that surround it. She wraps her arms around my neck and my hands lightly rest on her waist. We rock side to side to the beat of the song slowly as we turn. 

"Isn't this song lovely?" She whispers. Her breath blowing across my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I'm afraid to say that if she keeps causing these feelings to erupt, I might have a heart attack any second now. I'm surprised that it hasn't happened in the last two months. The fifty-nine days that I realized that I fell in love with her. 

It was around the time a couple of friends and us went to the carnival a mile away from town. Hayden and Becca went together, James and Riley, and Alice- that's her name -and I went together, but it was for a hang out kind of night.

No dates.

To say I was calm and collected would be an understatement. I was a nervous wreck. For an hour I didn't know what to wear; I wanted to look nice. Anyway, the guys were telling me 'who cares, they'll be hot chicks at the carnival anyway'. I knew they were right. The town we were heading over to did have good-looking girls, or so I thought before I first saw Alice that night.

Her brown hair was hanging loose around her shoulders. She wore white shorts and a navy blue shirt with the logo She & Him on it. I recall her mentioning the singers. Once everyone was ready we headed to the next town. All night I was tagged along with Alice. Her laughter filled my ears and her shrieks of joy on the rides. When she laughed I couldn't help but laugh as well. Especially when I spilled mustard on my white T-shirt. We stood there laughing for a good couple of minutes till she grabbed a napkin and started to wipe it off- only making it worse, though. It was that moment when I felt the beating of my heart, the clammy feeling to my palms, and my breathe suddenly caught in my throat. As she was wiping it off, standing close to me, I kept my eyes on her heart-shaped face, my eyes wandered to her lips which were twisted in concentration. I smiled at the expression. 

She bought me a shirt after a few minutes of my refusal of her paying. Of course, though, she won. She led me to a changing room.

Since then the feelings have gotten stronger. And honestly, I wish they didn't grow. 

The song ends and she releases from my hold and claps along with the small crowd. Then and there I almost say the words that would ruin everything as I watch her smile. The three words that would tatter this friendship to the very last thread. So close to slipping my parted lips as I was about to say those things that have been nestled inside me.

But I know...I know I can't.

And that's that's the sad thing. I can't tell the girl I love how much she means to me...how I feel when I'm around her. None of it.

A/N: I don't mean to toot my own train but CHOO! CHOO! (I think that's how you say it...)

This story is what I actually like. I mean it's no Nicholas Sparks, but I feel pretty satisfied with this story. You have to give props for me writing in a guys POV, because it's no easy task. I'm so used to writing in a gir'ls perspective, because I am one and know how to write from a girl's POV.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this ounce of Thirty One. More will come, I promise:)