Beyond The Eyes

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I found myself with my phone in my hands during the night. The day was like any other, but I met him. I met him and I couldn't get his smile or his ocean eyes out of my head. My fingers danced against the keyboard, hesitating then pressing send. It read, "Hello, its Avery from the bus." What was I doing? He's probably not going to answer. It must have been five minutes of me staring at my phone until it flashed on. My colorful background was interrupted by a text. It simply read, "Who?" My heart dropped down to my stomach. Did he give me the wrong number? Was he kidding? "Sorry, he gave me the wrong number," I wrote back. I watched the three dots pop up within seconds. "You're cute. Yes it's Jacob," they replied. Cute? I started to blush looking down at my phone. I'll mess with him. "Don't lie," I said back. "I'm not," he said in all capital letters. "Saying it in caps won't convince me," I replied. If only he could see the smirk on my face right now. "Guess you're going to have to just trust me," he replied. I can tell he was smirking even if I couldn't see him. "I'm pretty sure I do because of the things I told you." Blinds were closed, letting the darkness fill the room. The only light was from my phone. "I've never met a girl with that mindset. Not really up for that responsibly yet," Jacob replied. Responsibly? "What does that mean?" "Oh no, I didn't mean it insultingly. I mean you're too good for me." I wanted to smile, but I just couldn't. It's as if I was being rejected without him saying it. The conversation moved pretty quickly. I explained how the bus rides calms me and his immature mind totally went another direction. We were pretty sarcastic to one another, but I loved it. I loved how he can make me laugh even through a text. He would flirt now and then. So would I. The same burning question ran through my head through the night. I finally asked, "Why were you going to a hospital?" He answered, "My grandmother is sick. I'm visiting her." I lowered down in my bed, placing my head gently on my pillow. I turned to the side, staring at my phone. I pulled the blanket. My blanket smelt like my perfume as I brought it up to my nose. "What's she like?" I questioned. "Well, she's an amazing person. She sees the world so much differently. She's a very inspiring woman. I don't know, she just makes me really happy," he said. I was about to answer until he started typing again. I stopped. "She reminds me of you," Jacob added. It was as if my cheeks were on fire. The conversation continued normally until I became even more curious. I don't know why I was so interested in this boy. "Tell me the most boring thing about you," I demanded. "I'm sixteen." "Tell me the most interesting." "I hate relationships." I sighed loudly, rolling my eyes. We were more alike than I thought. I kind of wanted to be the romantic I never was, but can't have everything. I didn't ask why, but he wanted to explain himself. "Most kids our age want to be in love. I don't see the point in it. It only causes drama." I let my fingers type without even thinking. "Me too." "Favorite memory?" Jacob questioned. I tried to think, but couldn't. "I don't remember much." "Why?" I was hesitating about answering this question. It was personal, but not as dramatic as some of the things that happened in my life. "Last year, I got into a bad car accident. It caused me to forget most of my years growing up." He didn't pay attention to my comment. "What's your favorite memory NOW," he asked. "Seeing my mothers face when my eyes opened from the coma," I honestly sent. "Is that why you see life differently? Because you almost had your life ripped away from you?" Was he reading my mind? "Exactly." I wanted to change the subject so bad, so I did. "Worst memory?" "My first time." Damn. "Same," I replied. "Wait, you lost your virginity?" he questioned. "Sadly." "Do you mind me asking how?" "I do." Then he apologized, but I replied no worries. He explained how his first time was with a random girl and how meaningless it was. The conversation started to fade into the night. The last thing I remember seeing on my phone before I closed my eyes was, "Meet you on the bus at 4 o'clock after school. Same seats. Goodnight."