Why She Smiled

Chapter 1

*Cole's P.O.V*

She walks down this street everyday, headphones so loud I can feel the vibration from my window. I can never see her smile on the outside but it's in her doey brown eyes and I can feel it, warm like summer.
Even though she walks so slow, I can never catch up to her and ask for her name. she lives in a big gray house about a block from mine, but I never make it that far.
My legs crumble beneath me when I get too close. Once again I watch her walk slowly down the heavy black street. Her shoulders slightly slouched like something's weighing her down - world on her shoulders maybe? Whatever it is I wanna help.

Something attracts me to this mysterious girl. Something strong like a magnet to fresh iron. Is it her soft blue hair? Her slim strong form? Maybe the fact she looks troubled? Maybe the fact she looks like me? Maybe the fact she acts like me? Maybe the fact she's just like me, we're the same?

My thoughts and questions bounce around my head, hitting the sides of my brain hard enough to give me a headache. Sleeps sounds great but curiosity is much more powerful... So I keep watching her. Wondering about her.

When she fell out of my view I slipped away from my window and jumped onto my bed opening my laptop to distract myself with trash Netflix marathons and cheap whiskey.
Not all the Netflix in the world could stop me from thinking about her as hard as I tried. With one question drilling through my mind I would never sleep. Why is she so special to me?

*Lis's P.O.V*

I see him at his window everyday, so interested in me and knowing what I'm like, what I'm about. Well here, here's the story of my life. I'm Lis Varn and I like music and bands, now hug me. Thats what window boy wants me to say, well expects me to say actually.
I do like those things, hugs are nice. But no... there's so much more to me that window boy needs to know. Things he needs to understand before he assumes things. One thing I wouldn't mind him knowing is my name, but he never bothers to ask.
I'll keep walking past his house, see him watch through the corner of my eye. I'll keep waiting for him to find me. Wait for him to figure out Lis Varn.

*Cole's P.O.V*

I wandered through the halls on the last day of school hoping to slip into the bathrooms and stay there till lunch. I know what your thinking: "Wow Cole skipping class, good luck getting a life when you need one". Well the excuse here is the sub is teaching us everything from yesterday's schedule and we're never coming back to this place after today. Senior year, last day. After this no worries for about a day till everyone freaks out, not knowing what to do next.

The bathroom was cold and smelled of broken tile. My band tee felt no mercy for me as goosebumps rose up on my arms like a bumpy road. I took advantage of this by pulling my mini hotwheels Mercedes out of my pocket and running the wheels over my road-like arm, making little engine noises as I sat beside the sink. I was actually having fun until Josh Peak walks in.

"Haha wow dude. What are you doing in here with that?"

His question and even more his laugh made my face burn red. I couldn't help but laugh with him in embarrassment.

"Wait? How long have you been in here?" Josh asked running his hand through his dark brown bed head.

"Since... 2nd period?" I made it a question to stun him.

"Better get to class before you get caught."

"I never get caught."

My blue eyes filled his and I smiled a small evil smile as I know I am right. Cole Breck - never gets caught.

The lunch bell rang and missing lunch would be way to suspicious so I slowly stood up and put my toy car in my pocket. Lunch was the best.
The girl from my street was at lunch, my fun is at lunch. I can't miss it. Josh walks up to me like he was waiting for me outside the bathroom and places a warm hand on my shoulder.

"How was the bathroom?" He laughs

"Fun. How was class?"

"Boring"

"Looks like I win" I wear a smile that fits the statement.

"Guess so." Says Josh turning into the lunch room.

*Lis's P.O.V*

As I sit down at one of the long white lunch room tables, window boy and Josh Peak hop into line. When they sit at a table not far from mine I notice window boy glance at me every few seconds like he's babysitting. I should find him creepy but the way he's so interested in me amuses me. What's so special about me?
I'm just another scene girl with blue hair and a band tee. It can't be my eyes. There boring, brown and sad. There's no story in them. Atleast no story I could tell. I want to know him. Know what he wants from me. Do I want something from him? Well yes actually, I want answers, and explanation. Ill be looking forward to seeing him today. Why I look forward to this? I haven't a clue..

*Cole's P.O.V*

She just sits there at lunch. Doesn't move, doesn't eat, just sits. Headphones in like there a part of her, lost in her mind. Today will be the day I figure her out, maybe tomorrow. Why is it so hard to talk to her?
She's a human, I'm a human. Should be easy to communicate. Unless she speaks Spanish. No she doesn't - I don't think. Spanish or not I need to get to know her. I know she sees me. She just doesn't know what to say I bet.
These thoughts floated through my head softly as the day went on. When I finally went home there she was walking on the road like always. Me at my kitchen window pretending I'm doing the dishes by moving my hands around in the sink water and glancing down every once in a while. I felt like a creep but gosh I couldn't stop looking at her. That's when she turned her head, looked at me... and she smiled.

*Lis's P.O.V*

I smiled. For him, his eyes light up and his face looked brighter. I smiled for him the way he smiles for me. A smile filled with warmth, with love.. for him. Thats why I smiled.

*Cole's P.O.V*

My heartbeat was fast and I didn't realize I was smiling as well, until our smiles disappeared together when she kept walking on, away from me, leaving her smile behind.
Now I know she notices me.I need to talk to her and make her want to smile at me more and make each one special. Im so excited and energy races through my body making sleep impossible.

I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. I can't wait to talk to her. That smile she gave me was a precious gift. A gift I want to receive everyday until my days are over. Tomorrow I will talk to her and give her a smile sweeter than sugar.
It's a shame I have to wait so long, another long night of only thoughts of talking to her. I guess I will have to time to think of what to say, but I know when I see her words will naturally fall out of my mouth.