if my life was a teen romance movie

Episode Three: A boy! Oh boy.

It's as if time stopped and slowed down all at once, as this beautiful man reached for my hand and fixed me up.

If time really did stop in this moment, I really truly wouldn't mind.

All I could think of was damn I need his skincare routine cause his hands felt like warm cushions and pillows of clouds. And damn our hand size difference was freaking adorable.

He looks up from my hand to my face and with a soft gaze faintly said "hey, if you ever need another bandaid let me know"

I sat up straighter and furrowed my brows
"Huh?"

"We go to the same university"

"HOW DID YOU KNOW" I exclaimed

He lightly tapped my uniform patch on my sweater.

"Ohhhh, ahaha sounds good, thanks for helping me out"

SKKKREEKEKEKK

"OUCH"
"OOF"

Our heads crash into each other as the bus comes to a halt. Quickly leaning back in pain, we both mutter an embarrassing "sorry".

"Maybe fate is trying to push us together" he cheekily mutters with a faint pink blush across his cheeks

"Or maybe you're my bad luck charm" I replied with an Oscar award worthy flip of my hair

OPHELIA WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU ON OMG?? On what level is that funny or flirtatious?? You just might be single for life

The sound of snickering took me out of my internal self management lesson. Glancing to my side I see that the man of the hour is lightly laughing to my attempt at a joke or maybe the fact I've been making faces for the last minute. Guess we'll never know.

"I'll pretend I never heard that, for your benefit. Not unless you really don't want to see me again and I don't like the sound of that" he says with a warm tinkle in his eyes

Suddenly people were rushing off the bus forcing us to break the moment we were having. Realizing that we made it to the main university stop we swiftly gathered our stuff and rushed out the bus door.

Glancing at my phone "9:22am" it reads

Frick I'm 22 mins late !

I turn around to say thanks to my bandaid hero but all I could see was a fast blur of people rushing to class.

Oh well, I guess it just wasn't meant to be. Time to be delusional and dream about our wedding and kids in secret hehe. It's not like fate likes me enough to bump into him again.

Speed walking to my class. I rushed to my introductory environmental science class and sit in the back as it was the only spot available next to the oh so amazing AURORA SCHÖN

My best friend of 8 years. The one I tell my everything to and she truly is such a saint. I love her to pieces and the only time I'm confident to say that the feeling is mutual.

A light blonde halo of frizz and curls she gets from her father surrounds her face as gives herself whiplash by quietly scolding at me for being late again.

"Ophelia! What happened to you?? You missed the first bus this morning and I saved a seat for you too"

I burrow my head into my arms on the table as I hear enough nagging from my family about my rough time management skills. I don't need it here too. I know I'm being a brat right now and it's cause they care about me is why they're nagging, but I already feel rough especially with the recent rejection. Or should I say loss of a friend.

*poke poke* feeling a long slender finger gently poke my arm

Aurora carefully whispers with a hint of mischief "you're doing okay though right? I can beat up Ethan Lee if you want. Just say the word"

I turn my head to stare into her wide doll-like sky blue eyes. "Yeah, beat him up. It'll be the equivalent to a baby ant jumping a tiger"

We giggle at the irony as we both know Aurora is apart of the wrestling team and with her built 5'10 physique she could take Ethan down in an instant. She is the perfect example of the both the Angel and the Devil on my shoulders. If my Angel and Devil was a gorgeous mixed German and Chinese giant of a woman.

The professor briefly glances at us and we instantly snap our traps as you don't want to be "those people in class"

(define those people in class: the people who "whisper" (heavy on the quotation marks) in class and all you hear is their voices. Even when you turn around to look at them with your stinkiest stink eye or a professor gives them "the look", they never have enough spatial awareness to shush. Fellow peer, I did not pay thousands in tuition to hear your gossip about the latest drama. I did not write this out of spite what are you talking about...)

After recovering from seeing "the look" we focus on the lesson about tourism and lack of sustainable tourism management in areas around the world like the Mount Everest.

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Okay, it looks like everyone is ready to head out with all the backpack zippers I'm hearing. I'm old but I can still sense when it's my time to shut up" the professor announces in a joking tone

That's all it took for Aurora to drag me out of class to head to lunch at our local spot. It's called Aunties Chinese Burger in our nearby Chinatown if you must know. Serves the best Asian street food. Just thinking about it makes me drool. Sad that Chinatown doesn't get enough recognition in this town. More for food me though MWHAHAHA.

We sit down at our usual table after we order our lamb Chinese onion pancakes and mini malatang hot pot.

Aurora hastily urges "Okay, it looks like you have a lot to say. Spill"

"Well... a boy?"

"Ophelia!!!! Another one??? Oh boy this is wild of you"

It's a well known fact that I've been single all of my life. Aurora had a few long term relationships so she's the expert here. However, she's been single for over year now so in my eyes we are basically in the same boat. A boat with a few holes? A paper boat at least??

"I met him on the bus this morning. And he helped wrap my hand with bandages cause I tripped on the snow running to catch the last bus. He was very cute, Asian and has these adorable hazel eyes. But I don't know anything about him other than he has siblings and go to the same school" I quickly report 

She points a finger at me in effort to pause me my report, scrambles to find her phone in her crochet tote bag and does her FBI thing. (The girls who get it, get it)

Flashing her phone at my direction I see my bandaid hero's Instagram filtered over her screen

"Aurora my favourite stalker, fbi agent comes in clutch once again" as I pull her phone out of her hands and scroll through the small square masterpieces of my Prince Charming who's name turns out to be Bill Nguyen.

"I should warn you though Ophelia..."