Hey dudesss, this is another story I was working on, it's written slightly differently so let me know what you think :P Loserr over and out.
It was a cool September afternoon; the breeze was cold enough to send a chill down the spine of anyone without a jacket on, but not strong enough to break out the winter coats. Kate was taking a walk down a street not far from her house; although to any passerby she may not seem to be thinking of anything important, this young girl of seventeen was pondering the thought of love. To be specific the thought of love at first sight. The reason behind this thought was an earlier encounter with a boy she had met at school that day, Simon, as the autumn leaves fell around her feet she barely gave them a glance. The idea would have been dismissed by her yesterday, but after laying eyes on this boy she felt a little differently; however not being very experienced in the area she wasn’t sure, hence the long walk. Simon was slightly taller than her, his blue eyes captured her at first glance; the sweep of his hair and the curve of his mouth sent her stomach into knots- well to sum things up she found herself deeply attracted to him. If his appearance was all there was to this boy then Kate was sure that she would be able to get over this meaningless crush soon, but this was not to be; as soon as he opened his mouth she knew she was in deep. His laughter rang in her ears, and his witty manner made it impossible for her to even go near him in fear of doing something that she’d later regret. Anytime he walked past her in the corridor you could cut the tension inside her with a knife. Being quite a shy person, Kate did not desire to make her fascination for this boy obvious to anyone; although the occasional longing glance may escape her when she thought no one was looking. She had not yet confided in anyone, not even her close friends at school, but how could she when her feelings were not yet known to herself. This confusion about her feelings made deciding anything quite difficult; if the depth of her feelings was rather shallow then it would probably be sensible to try and get over this crush as quickly as possible and get on with her life...on the other hand it didn’t seem likely that these feelings would fade anytime soon, so why try and ignore them. It wasn’t like it was a crime to like this guy, the only problem was the way that this whole situation made her feel; confused, embarrassed and a little naive. She sighed. At the time taking a walk had seemed like a good idea, but she found that she had accomplished nothing but a bit of a runny nose and sore feet; lovely. Rounding the corner Kate rummaged around in her jacket pocket for her keys while she walked up the drive to her house, the sudden breeze compelled her to hurry as she put the key in the lock to enter the warmth. She paused and listened to see if the rest of her family had returned from their outing to that new cake shop in Ruislip...nothing, they must still be there. Some people felt on edge in an empty house, like they weren’t safe or something; but not her, the feeling of not having to make allowances for everyone else in the house was a relief. She was free to blast her music if she so pleased, or walk down to the kitchen without being bombarded with a hundred pointless questions about her day; obviously she knew that they were just concerned about her, but still. Kate shook off her jacket and hung it up on the peg next to her mother’s many brightly coloured coats. Running a hand though her hair she sauntered into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa, sighing again, she couldn’t take much more of this. The feeling of something unresolved on your mind has many side effects, in Kate’s case the stress emerged in the form of a headache and a slight feeling of nausea; closing her eyes she drifted off into a disturbed slumber, the image of a dark haired boy followed her.
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A swift gust of wind sent the papers that Simon had piled upon his desk flying into a disorganised mess all over his bedroom floor; he looked at them for a while as if they might realise that they were being inconvenient and pick themselves up. Cursing, he bent down and tried to shuffle the papers into some sort of order before dumping them back onto his desk. It had been a long day at school and he wasn’t in the mood so Simon shut his laptop down and flung himself down on his bed, turning towards the window; signs of a change in season were apparent in the array of colours in the autumn leaves. Rich reds, deep earth browns along with the occasional stubborn grass green; it was almost as if the world around him was trying its hardest to be noticed by him. . . self centred much, he chided himself and chuckled at this random thought of ‘deepness’. While he had convinced himself that it was a silly thought, a particular leaf caught his eye . . . the shade of chestnut stirring up a memory of a brief encounter at his school earlier that day. Deep in thought Simon made his way downstairs and hurriedly shoved his feet into a pair of trainers before stepping outside and walking around the house to the bottom of his window; and there it was, resting by the trunk of an old tree that had been outside in his garden for years. This leaf wasn’t grand in size or shape, like others that were sitting around it, even at first glance the colour was not as noticeable as the unusual leaves in shades of dark reds and yellows; however it was more than the leaf that Simon saw when he gazed down at the object he had cradled in his hand. Being careful not to crush it, as it seemed to be very delicate, he carried it back up to his room and placed it on his shelf by the window; resting his back against the wall and staring at this new addition to his room, his thoughts wandered back to the curious event earlier that day. . .
There was nothing particularly special about what Simon did that morning; he went about his business as usual, talked to his friends, laughed when somebody had the misfortune of tripping up in front of him. While trudging towards his photography class he felt someone’s eyes on him, but when he turned there was no one in particular in the crowd of people who seemed remotely interested in what he was doing; so he carried on up the stairs, dragging his feet a little as it had been quite a long day. Taking his place near the door, he threw his bag down with more force than necessary, almost groaning out loud at the dull hour that he was in store for. To amuse himself, before Mrs Smith came in to start the lesson, Simon started swivelling on his chair and watching the light stream in through the dust covered windows. As he was twirling away a small smile found its way to his face, turning up the corners of his mouth in an impish manner; it was amazing how the little things in life like spinning on a chair could change your mood. In his peripheral vision he suddenly caught sight of a pair of eyes on him from near the window; not turning around so as not to alert the person watching him, he tried to figure out who it was watching him so intently. He could make out the sweeping length of hair telling him it was a girl, which brought a slight smirk to his lips; shifting his head slightly towards her, he tried to catch her eye- but this seemed to startle the chestnut haired girl and she quickly snapped her head back to the screen in front of her. Simon noticed, with some amusement, that the computer screen that she was looking at with supposed concentration was not even logged on! His gaze travelled from her profile to the flowing curtain of hair which she tried to hide her face with; the sun seemed to engulf each strand as it settled around her shoulders, the boy was arrested by the reddish tint that was highlighted by the light streaming in through the window. Simon shook his head suddenly and turned back to his computer as well . . . well that was unusual, he thought to himself, suddenly embarrassed by the way he was staring at this girl’s hair – and after he caught her staring as well! As the lesson began, every now and then he could not help but glance occasionally at the girl by the window, he would have to find out her name . . . but how could he ask anyone without seeming too interested. Mrs Smith gave him a withering look as he was once again caught slacking off from his work; he gave her a rueful smile and returned to his work, storing his problem away to puzzle over later.
A sudden voice from downstairs shook Simon out of his reverie, sighing he heaved himself off of the bed and shuffle out into the hall following the voice to his waiting dinner.
