Simply her

She stood gazing at her grey eyes. She was drawn to them. It was a new feeling, the same one she did have for her boyfriend. But why her? This wasn't normal. A girl, about 5' foot, with wavy blonde-brown like hair that gently rested past her shoulders; grey eyes that flickered left to right excitedly behind a set of rimmed glasses, and a bright face. Another girl stood beside her, though, her feelings didn't portray to this one. The other girl had chin length hair that bushed out in a ball of frizz, a plump face and a wide grin. Why had she suddenly ganed these feelings.

The girl with grey eyes looked only two years younger than herself; meaning she was thirteen or somewhere along the lines of that. The girl smiled and held out her hand, "My name's Emma. I'm an otaku, like you i hear." Emma? Such a pretty name. And wow, she's an otaku? She smiled back, shaking Emma's hand, "I'm Sam. Such a boisterous name, i know." She jokingly added. Emma grinned at her, waving a hand towards the girl standing next to her, "This is my friend. She likes to call herself vincent...Don't ask why" Sam laughed a little, "I wasn't going to."

The few hours passed by, the three talking to each other; no attention to the time untill sam stood up with a paniced look on her face. "Shit, my mother is going to kill me if i'm late home. I'm so sorry, i'll talk to you two later maybe." Within the second sam had finished that last word she had started running. Shit, shit, shit. It's almost six o' clock. I hope i get ho- Is..is she saying something? Sam stopped, looking behind her shoulder. Emma was stood up and shouting to Sam, "Meet here tomorrow?" A grin appeared on her face as she called back, "Got it!"

As she ran, sam's cheeks grew a slight crimson colour. She couldn't stop it. Rain began to fall quite quickly, large droplets of water hitting her pale face. People blurred by as she ran past them, the noise of inaudible chatter and the smell of wet dog rising; grew within seconds. Cars raced by. Umbrellas were put up. Her house grew closer, the door starting to open, and she scrambled to it. A woman with shoulder length blonde hair with pink strips; a knee-length red dress; and a few bits of jewellery walked out of the door. Sam stopped in front of her, "Sorry i'm late mother."

The woman raised her brow, folding her arms across her chest, "you're not late. But you could of been earlier." She then sighed heavily and turned to walk into the large house. Sam shuffled behind her, closing the door; locking it and then placing the key above the door on a hook. The house from the outside was a pale green colour with a white, wooden porch that had two chairs and a table sitting on the far left. The gardern looked like any normal garden, full of flowers and a stone path leading from the front gate to the porch. Inside was full of bright colours in each room; each having having their own style and bombardment of colour to show off. "Your Dinner is in the oven, heat it for ten minutes. You'll be alonenfor tonight as me and christian are going out for some luxury food at a resturant." Sam's mother voiced as she trailed up stairs.

A few hours passed as sam sat in the middle of the living room, just staring up at the bage ceiling. There wasn't anything on tv, she had no homework; even though she hated it, she got bored of drawing. She turned her head to look at the clock, 08:17. A sigh escaped her lips, pulling herself up to check her phone that was on the table. No messages or missed calls. Its nice to know people want to talk to me. The darkness of the night sky slipped throuh the windows, giving off a sort of chill down her spine. So, she shuffled across her old floorbords to turn on the light. It gave of a dazzling effect; Causing her to cover her eyes for a few seconds. The room was a mixture of pink and black, it growing across the wall in a flowery pattern; continuing around the room with objects such as vases, tiny little staues and a huge fluffy rug for example.

Sam let herself fall onto the sofa, placing her hands behind her head. I need to think about earlier. Her mind wandered back to that afternoon with emma. Her smile shoved itself into her memory, bringing on the same feeling as before. Those feelings, they were the same for her boyfriend. She shifted her mind onto him. His brown; almost black, shaggy hair sat hanging over his brown eyes from behind his black rimmed glasses. How was she going to tell him if she had no longer felt the same way as she did nine months ago. The gilt and worry took over her the more she thought about it. It brought tears to her eyes. What's going on with me. It echoed through her head; the reaction of her boyfriend to her statement, the rejection of emma, and the laughter of her friends; finding her to be a freak.

The door swung open with the roaring of christian, "You were flirting with that waiter! I saw it with my own two eyes!" Only to be replied with from sam's mother, "I wasn't flirting with him! I gave him a tip and smiled. It's called being generous. Maybe you show look it up" Christian growled, not laying a finger on the woman and made his way into the living room. He stood almost 6' foot, dressed in a shirt and jeans, a buzz-cut haircut and eyes that glared with affection. Grabbing her phone, sam stood up and quickly hugged him, hoping not to be yelled at, mumbling, "good night" before hurriedly skipping upstairs. The muffled sound of yelling backwards and forward continued for about and hour, as sam closed her eyes for the night.