I woke up the next day to my mother frantically calling my name. As I looked at the clock I saw that I woke up an hour too late. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and rushed to the bus station, no time for breakfast today. Half an hour later I arrived at school. As I ran up the stairs I tripped over my own feet and all of my drawings scattered around the hallways floor. I reached for one of them but another hand was already trying to grab it. As I looked up I saw Roberts face, it looked as though he was smiling. But not at me, no, at my drawing. I blushed in embarrassment. "It's not my best work...", I say, trying my hardest not to stutter.
"It looks great! I really like the little details in the eyes, I could never draw something like that!"
I blushed even harder than before, I'm sure that I looked like a tomato by then.
He turned around to pick up the rest of my drawings and I was so glad that he couldn't see my burning red checks. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. He gathered all of the other sheets and gave them to me. As I reached for the pile he was holding, my hands accidentally brushed against his and I could feel fireworks inside of my stomach. What is this feeling??
The rest of the day we only talked once..well, I'm not quite sure if you can call it 'talking' though. He asked me if I had a spare pen and I gave him one, his smile when he thanked me, gave me feelings never felt before.
As I tried to fall asleep the thought of his smile wouldn't get out of my head. I didn't mind though. Only thinking about him made me smile like a child when it gets candy. "Tomorrow I'll talk to him", I told myself, not sure if I was brave enough to do it though. His face was the last thing I saw before I fell asleep.
