Insomniac

Sam

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The first time my eyes met his I felt like I was suffocating. Like I couldn't breathe, like I was going to explode. I felt... like I was drowning. His eyes were the deepest most vibrant blue I had ever seen. It was like God had bottled up the ocean and put it in his eyes. But that wasn't the most shocking thing. The shocking thing was, the endless emotion that was so openly visible in them, like he had nothing to hide.

Now I was pretty good at reading people, I was studying to become a psycologist so you could say it was-- is-- my thing. That's why I was so frustrated when I couldn't figure out what the emotions in his eyes were. Yes, they were right there for all to see, so dicernable and utterly arresting I could almost feel it, but there was so much. So much of those feelings that I couldn't possibly figure out which was which, or what he was feeling at all. He was the most unobstrucked, yet the most mistifying.

I could hardly take it.

I wondered how he could take it. How could you possibly be so open with your emotions yet be the biggest mystery ever all at the same time? There had to be a secret to that, some kind of perfect precise balence.

"Here you are ma'am," I slid the dish off of my hand and onto the table and poured a steaming cup of coffee into the officer's cup.

She grunted her thanks and I nodded in response, then turned to head into the kitchen. I manuvered my way around Flo who was sweeping the floor, and picked up a few empty dishes on my way. I only spared one fleeting glance at the boy over in booth seven.

It only took one glance though for me to become swamped with unadultureated curiousity.

"Hey, Dino?"

"Yes princess?"

Dino was the man at the grill, our chef here at Sugar's. He was a hulking man that towered an astounding six foot seven. Despite his intense beard and intimidating appearance he was quite the sweetheart. This may have been a clique, but it was him. The Harely looking guy turning out to be the biggest softie you've ever come across.

"Where's Linda?"

He sighed at this, "Out back smoking that dang death stick."

I ran my hands under the faucet and wiped them on my apron, "Okay, thanks."

Linda stood loosly, fingers curled around a ciggarette, smoke dancing around her face as I approached her. She turned as she heard the door slam shut behind me.

"Sam?"

I hugged myself trying to shield my skin from the chilly autumn wind, "Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

I knew Linda would know a thing or two about this guy cause she knew a thing or two about everyone. She had spent all of her thirty five years here in this town and she had been known to be the town's gossip. At noon sometimes she'd sit around with the lady's who showed up for lunch and exchange general knowledge, and separate truth from rumour.

"Did you see the guy in the booth seven?"

I waited patiently as she took her drag. Moments after she answered me, "The one with the eyes like the Atlantic?"

I smiled a little at this, and nodded, "That's the one."

She turned to face me tearing her eyes away from whatever far point her eyes had been fixed on before and said, "His name is Michael. Michael Bennett, he's not from around here."

"You know where he's from?"

"Nobody does. He doesn't talk much about his past."

My brows creased as I listened, "So he's... introverted?"

"Naw, just different."

Different. Different good or bad? I wanted to ask but something told me to find out for myself.

"Different," I whispered to myself as I turned to leave. For some reason I liked the sound of different. Different would be refreshing, new.

"Thanks," I returned over my shoulder. She didn't hear me so I said louder this time, "Thanks! Thanks Linda!"

"No problem."

Heading back into the place through the back door I came out of I tightened my ponytail in anticipation, and nervousness.

In highschool, I had never been good a talking to people I admired, I just observed them-- cause I liked stuff like that. I liked looking at a person and trying to sort them out like a puzzle or something. Everything held mystery and myserties were meant to be solved. I liked imagining that the person I was looking at had a completely different life than my own apart from the one thing, place, we had in common. They would go to a home of their own every night, or maybe they wouldn't. I didn't know.

And strangly enough yes, I admired him. I didn't know much about him, well nothing really but I admired him. I admired his eyes. That was enough to propell me to go over to his table.

"Hi," I flashed a smile.

He was occupied with a pencil in hand, textbooks, and loose papers scattered across the table. I hated to disrupt him, but I was being eatten alive with curiousity and I knew I'd hate even more to have to go home without at least getting a word out of him.

His azure eyes locked on mine as soon as he looked up and I felt my own widen in wonder. They were even more amazing up close. I quickly flicked my gaze over his face. I wasn't really sure if he looked like a Michael. What did Michaels even look like? I had no clue, I'd never known a boy by the name of Michael-- or a girl.

Whatever Michaels were supposed to look like it didn't matter though, cause he looked... nice. He was a cutie.

"Hi," he didn't smile, but all the same he looked friendly.

"How are you doing?" I paused awkwardly, "Like I mean-- do you need anything?"

He shook his head.

"Oh, ok." This wasn't the plan I thought to myself as I turned to leave. He wassupposed to need something, so I could come back and thus gain more time to think of something good to say. An icebreaker thats what I needed. No the ones you eat though-- like you know-- ice breakers. To break the figurative ice between you and a stranger.

"Actually on second thought, could I have another coffee?"

"That's like your eigth one," I blurted. Crap. I wasn't supposed to know that. I pursed my lips and squeezed my eyes shut, my back still facing him.

"Ninth really."

I turned, "Coming right up."

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A/N: I decided I was gonna do a thing. I have no clue what I'm doing with this, ok I lied I sorta know but whatever, it's a vague kinda thing. Anyway shoot me a comment if you liked it, cause idk about this... I'm pretty ehh about the whole piece so far, but yeah. What am I saying? I don't know.

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Alrighty, bye (:

~luckyon3 aka Sarah

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P.S. it's unedited laugh at my mistakes, jk tell me. jk laugh if you want but do let me know so I can fix it cool? cool.

P.P.S. To the side is Michael portrayed by the love of my life Colton Haynes gosh, he's so perff