His Eyes

Chapter 1

Jason's POV:

He sat there, his head down, long black fringe flopped forward, shoulders hunched, loose black T-shirt hanging loose on his skinny frame. He was bent over his sketch pad, pencils and rubber shavings everywhere, his long, slim, pale fingers sometimes emerging from under the table to smudge some graphite on the paper. He stopped. He looked up. His icy blue eyes locked on mine. His sharp cheek bones casting small shadows on his face. My God, he was beautiful. He blinked twice then turned his attention back to his book. As if he were a magnet and I metal, I stood up, walking through the throng people who had been mindlessly chatting to me for the last 10 minutes and walked over to him. He brought his head up a little when I sat myself down next to him. I looked over his shoulder and saw what he was drawing. I gasped. It was an astonishingly accurate drawing of the one and only R2d2. He tensed. "Is it bad?" He asked in his quiet, clear toned voice.
"Dear God, no! Quite the opposite, it's just amazing! I love Star Wars! And not just The Force Awakens, the original series as well." I replied. He sat up straighter. He lowered his pencil on to the table. He turned to face me, his blue eyes focused on me, his gaze never wavering. I watched as his pupils dilated, and the smallest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"It's awesome to meet someone with the same appreciation of the franchise's origins. So, I have to ask, Vader or Ren?" He said folding his skinny arms over his chest.
"Vader, he's the original Star Wars Villan." I said, folding my own arms and smiling. Alec gave a small laugh. To my ears it was the most pure sound in the world. It forced me to smile. He flipped his fringe out of his eyes and looked at me again. My heart skipped a beat. "So, can I see what else you've drawn?" He shrugged and pushed the A3 size sketch book towards me. I picked it up with tentative fingers, afraid to ruin anything he'd drawn. I began to flip through the pages, and at every picture I saw, I wanted to know more about the only guy in school who I didn't know. He'd drawn the best, most realistic pictures of Captain America, Iron Man, the Hulk, C3PO, Darth Vader, Kylo Ren, light sabers-in colour- and basically everything nerdy under the sun. "Wow," I said, a smile proudly parading on my face, "these are just breathtaking Alec, seriously, wow!" He shrugged modestly and I handed his book back.
"It's my hobby, it stops me doing anything stupid, like drugs, or drinking or smoking. I guess I should explain, I'm Straight Edge, so no harmful substances, nothing." He flipped his fringe out of his eyes again.

Damn, I think that he's the one.