You catch his eyes on accident and it only takes that split second to read them. He's shy and quiet in class, but you know there's more to him. His green orbs widen once he realizes they met yours, giving him away. He's nervous. There's something unspoken between the two of you. He's never confronted you about it and in reality you've only said about ten words to him. You know full well that it's possible to fall in love from a far, and that seems to be what's happening to the both of you. You're in love with Michael and he's in love with you. The only thing in your way is a silent barrier that has never truly been broken.
The bell rings and you both stand up simultaneously, almost bumping into each other. His breath catches audibly and he freezes. You refuse to move from the isle as the class becomes emptier. He gives you a questioning look but doesn't make a sound. Soon it's only you two in the room.
"Why won't you talk to me?"
You ask as your confidence gets the best of you. He stares at his feet without a word, clutching his book to his chest. His posture stiffens again and he nibbles on the inside of his lip, something you find overwhelmingly endearing. You crane your head to try and meet his distracted gaze. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, as if stopping himself from speaking. You give up and exit the classroom. His desperate eyes catch yours just as you turn the corner into the hallway.
Later that day, you are on your way to your last class when you hear loud shouts down the hallway. Curiosity leads you to the scene.
A few male upper class men are shoving him- your him, your beautiful, gentle, shy Michael- into a locker. They shout insults at him, making you furious. You instinctively drop your bag and rush to his aid. Without a second thought, your fist connects with the jaw of the guy that is lifting Michael off of the ground. He drops him, clutching his cheek and staggering backwards. The other two turn towards you with profanities leaving their mouths in growls.
Thankfully, you hear an adult voice behind you.
"Get to class, gentlemen. Unless you'd like a detention."
The three older kids reluctantly leave you and the boy you love on the floor in the quiet hallway.
Michael is slumped up against the grey lockers with a bewildered expression on his face, studying your actions and blinking as if he can't believe what he just saw. You smile gently at him and he returns it, causing his eyes to light up in that rare way you love so much. You wait for a few seconds, praying he will finally say something to you.
But it doesn't happen. All of the emotions about the topic you have been holding in for so long finally slip out.
"Why don't you speak up?! Maybe if you would say what you feel you wouldn't get pushed around all the time, Michael. I wish you'd just let me hear your voice..."
Exasperated, you return to feet and go to grab your fallen book bag.
"Wait y/n."
You sharply turn, only to be faced directly with his tall body. His voice is sweet and sounds so beautiful in your ears. He is only inches from you and seems to have a determined look in his eyes, something unfamiliar to you.
"I'm speaking up."
He says. You are still in shock to hear his thickly accented tone so close to you. His small, soft hands find your own and he laces your fingers together. You know what words are going to leave his plump pink lips next and you can hardly contain your excitement.
"I love you."
You respond with sliding your lips into his gently. His warmth makes you delighted and you bring your arms around his neck. You've both been wanting to feel each other's skin for so long. A sigh shakes through his nose and you smile slightly against his heated mouth. He is the first to break the long-awaited kiss to confess in a mutter against your lips, his breath fanning your face.
"You're even prettier up close."
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a/n: this is really short
lilac michael is all I need
