To say she found his complete dullness interesting would be an understatement. She didn't just find it interesting, she found it completely and utterly distracting and absorbing, like a black hole in space just sucking in everything. As she stared at the boy who blankly took notes in the front of class, her friends confused and disappointed in her absorption in this seemingly uninteresting boy. They didn't get it. They didn't understand. How could they? To them this boy was dull and boring, but to her he was a sparkling, shining galaxy. She could see what no one else could. The way the thoughts raced and sprinted about in his head. When he's called on he stutters and stammers before always giving the right answer. And this dull boy is named Mika. Mika has an average build, with an extraordinary mind. He sees things that others couldn't possibly understand. He can make things that your ordinary teenager could only dream of, he can fix things just by looking and figuring out what needs to be fixed. And she is the only one who has ever seemed to notice. He always has a notebook with him, one that no one but him knows what secrets they hide. Krystal Winters, the girl fixated on the dull boy.
"Krystal? You're staring again." Her friend, Emma points out.
"Shit." Krystal utters as she turns her attention back to her giggling friends, "I didn't notice."
"You're just lucky, he's oblivious and the teacher didn't notice."
"Right."
"Seriously you should just stay away from him, he's weird and..." Emma continues but Krystal is no longer listening.
Krystal once again finds herself being drawn to Mika but this time he's looking at her, freezing her in her tracks as their eyes meet. He gives a warm smile that curls at the corners sending butterflies bursting from the depth of her stomach. She coyly smiles back, her eyes glittering with hope. His face goes red as he quickly turns away and she turns to her friend.
"Did you see that?" Ecstatic zipping from her lips and eyes as she asks.
Her friend sighs, "Yeah."
Whispers spreading from her friends, whispers that seemed to swallow her whole, her ecstatic feeling evaporating as she lowers her head onto her desk questioning all of her feelings and thoughts. In a single movement a hand gets set gently on her shoulder, she slowly turns her head only to be met at her eye level by a crouched Mika, his fluffy short curly brown hair daring to poke his eyes.
"Hi." She whispers.
"Hi." He whispers, picking up his paper with his free hand.
Electricity sparks from where his hand is, up her shoulder to her eyes as she stares deeply into his dirty brown eyes, she repeats unable to think of another word, "Hi."
He chuckles, "Hi."
Maybe, just maybe he wasn't a dull boy after all.
