Alive

Finally, past the boring

Finally, we are past the boring stuff. So, my life is not the best. But, I forgot to tell you, that its not the worst either.

There's a boy...yeah I'm guessing you would know the rest.

And yet, I'll tell you anyway, from the very beginning of the story.

Couple months earlier (last year in fact)

"Hey you! Guess what I learned?!" Jacob comes running up to me. Now, I was not in my best mood, due to the double period (2x50 mins) of Maths I had had. I'm telling you! It was like hell! I look over to Jacob, and take in his tousled sandy blonde hair, his eyes shining with both excitement and mystery-umm no. more like mischief...- and his cheeks flushed from running-not a great deal, I presume- as well as what every girl inspects at my age (teenage), his muscles, flexing as he runs a hand through his mid length hair.  

I blink my eyes to try get rid of these thoughts. He is my best friend. And note, I didn't shake my head...that would be too obvious to him. Oh. Right.  He asked me a question. Let me get this straight. I don't like my best friend. Second best friend.

"Umm...I don't know?" I looked up with a smirk on my face. But typically, that failed when the sun glare hit my eye and only one eye blinked.

"Wesley just told me- did you just wink at me?" He looked dumbfounded.

"What? Oh no, the sun just..." I caught his glance, "Oh you know what, fuck that. What did you want to say?" Don't judge me. I don't know how to explain. Particularly to a boy.

He laughed. Or more like snickered.

"Shut up. Tell me" I said almost frustrated, but I had to laugh in spite of myself.

"Can't do both...Wesley said that Tony likes you." I rolled my eyes. Sarcastic asshole.

I don't think I have introduced both Wesley and Tony. Wesley is that awkward guy with glasses whom everyone likes because he's nice. Definitely not for his looks. He also doesn't talk much either. But eh. He's cool. Then you have Tony. He looks a little like...ummm big ears, rather small head, the most adorable face, a rather small frame... something like that. That should give a pretty good description. Almost.

What you just read was the beginning of my story.

You should have seen my reaction. I was speechless. I didn't know anyone liked me...

"No. that can't be right. I believe it when I see it."

"Whatever. See you later!" and with a grin, Jacob left me standing in the middle of the hall.

Now  shook my head. I didn't really get rid of any thoughts. I wasn't even sure what to think. I decided to observe. I'm very observant. And so I did. Boy, did I learn.

 In the minimal classes I had with Tony, I watched his every move, his every glance, his every touch, his every speech, his every word. And I saw, heard, felt, the truth.

He truly liked me. Oh boy. The problems brought up by this issue. He was no longer the fun teasing type, but the sickly sweet, always-defend-you, shady type. So I mustered up my courage over the weeks as I saw more and more and more...ugh.

Yet, I did not have enough to talk in real life, so the option is internet. Of course.

I drummed my fingers on the keyboard, unsure of where to start. So I settled with something easy. And reliable.

-hey

-Hey! How are you?

Well. That awfully quick.