Plato's Theory

a/n:

Hi guys, this is my first story, and I don't know if it's good or bad. Just comment if you have an opinion about this story. I'm a dutch girl, so it's very likely I'll make kind of weird mistakes, just tell me and I'll correct them. Thanks for reading.

Enjoy!

ps: I listented Birds by Chef'Special while I wrote this, check it on YouTube!

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'Can you tell me what time it is?'  The boy across from me askes shyly.

'Of course, it's six past three.' I answer.

'Thanks. Where are you going in this train?' 

'I'm going to Utrecht Centraal and at that station take another train to Maastricht. What about you?'

'Well, it's all most the same, but I have to leave three stops before you. I'm going to Roermond.'

'Wow, that's awesome, I lived there!' I say exited.

'I guess that's a while ago, your accent is all gone.' he noticed.

'Yes, I lived there from 2 till 6 years old. So, yeahthat's a while ago.' I think about it. It's too bad I lost my accent. Every time I hear a person from Limburg, I wish I had the same way of talking. 

'By the way, what's your name?' the boy interrupts my thoughts.

'Sophie, and you?'

'Cas. I like your name, do you know what it means?'

'Yes, I do actually, it means wisdom. I got that from my philosophy lessons.'

'Cool, I love philosophy!'

'Ok.' What else should I say? I don't love philosophy. The lessons are amusing, but well, it's not like I philosophize all the time, or something. 

'Where do you live?' I ask.

'In Almere, and you?'

'Wageningen.' Oh my gosh, this conversation is so awkward! Blerg! I can't stand the tense, the embarrassment. I stare out the window. I don't like this. But, whatever, I'm going to my boyfriend I have met on holiday! Ok, fine, I'm not. I don't have a boyfriend. I wish I had. My aunt lives in Maastricht. It's nice to visit her, but I would rather visit my boyfriend, who I don't have. I'm 16 already and I never had a boyfriend. Sigh. This guy across didn't make a great impression. I can't talk with him that well. Maybe he is not interested or became so quiete because of my ultimate cuteness. Just kidding. Not that I'm not satisfied with myself. Because I am. I'm not very tall, I'm 5'3'' but well, I'm skinny. I've got chocolate brow hair and green eyes. If people find me cute, they can let me know, because I didn't notice anyone flirting or something. And I hate that. 

'Next station. Utrecht Centraal. I repeat: Next station. Utrecht Centraal.' sound from the speakers.

I grap all my stuff and put on my jacket. Cas clumsy drops his pencil. I bend and take it from the ground. He opens his hand and I put the pencil in his hand. He quickly closes his hand. He is holding my hand and his pencil. I pull softly, but he doesn't let go. I frown and look at his eyes. But he isn't looking back, he's staring at my hand. 'Can I have my hand back?' I ask in a surprised tone.

It's like he wakes up from a trance and blushes. He let me go very fast. I walk to the exit. That was weird. Strange moment. The train is moving very slow now. The shock is almost coming. It's the exact moment after the train stopped. The quick shock that most of the people always forget. I never forget it, me and my little sister always watch people get scared of it. I grap a handle, I don't want to fall with all my stuff. There is the shock. BAM! I feel something heavy hit my head and everything gets black.