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WLW poems 3

3. Hazel Heaven

I was chatting with my best friend when I saw you. I was telling Abigail about a show she hadn't watched, when you walked in. I felt something shift in the air around me, and I looked at the door, at you. You were looking at me, and our eyes met. My dull brown eyes met your sparkling hazel ones. Your eyes were like something out of a fairytale.

You looked away, cheeks flushing furiously and sat down, but I didn't. I was entranced. Your brown hair was messy, but that just made it look better. I traced your jawline with my eyes, something fluttering in my chest. 

Abigail gently nudged my hand, catching my attention again, and whispered furiously to me

"Oh my gods you have a crush already!?" She almost squealed, but I shushed her quickly, cheeks flushing. "I don't know, I just saw her I dont know yet!" I tried to deny it, but Abigail looked at me knowingly. "Mhmmmmmm" 

The bell rang, and people spilled into the room, but I glanced at you, only you. Gods, you were beautiful, like something sent from the angels. I let my eyes linger on you that day, I couldn't help it.

Over the next few weeks, I couldn't seem to get my eyes to leave you. I leaned towards you unconciously, and my eyes studied you. How you twirled your pencil in class, deep in thought as your stunning hazel eyes stared off into space. The green and gold flecks in your eyes, I almost had them memorized. I noticed you glancing at me sometimes, and I looked away, trying to hide the flush in my cheeks. 

After five weeks, I had memorized your entire schedule to heart. English, Science, Phys Ed, Lunch, Psychology, History, Algebra 1. I changed my route to each class to see you as much as possible, and enjoyed English the most. You were there. You, with your messy hair, drawing on your hands with your pen, your beautiful hands, covered in gorgeous swirls and patterns.

I met your eyes a couple of times, and we both looked away, smiles creeping more onto our lips. Your thin, perfect lips, but you fingered your cross. I had hoped that didn't mean you couldn't love me.

My friends teased me about it, it was an obvious crush, and pushed me to ask you out, but I refused, what if it was nothing? 

My birthday soon came up, and Megan told me to invite you, and at first I was horrified, it could backfire tremendously, but then I got my chance.

The English teacher, I never learned her name as I was always focused on you during class, paired us for a project with a sneaky smile, and you got to work drawing the poster. Gods, I loved watching you draw. I would choose to watch it forever if I could. The way your fingers moved, the crinkle in your nose as you thought, the soft smile, your happiness..

"Would you like to go to my birthday party?" I asked, tearing myself away and looking at you.

You looked back at me slowly, distracted. "What?" you asked, fingers sliding to your cross, and I could've sworn you were looking at my lips- Gods those eyes- 

I caught myself and asked again, "I'm having a birthday party, you wanna come?"

Your mouth opened a little in suprised, your lips catching my eyes as you nodded. "Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!" You blushed, but I barely noticed, my heart was pounding, butterflies racing eachother throughout my whole body, it was tingling. Holy fuck. I couldn't help smiling.