She's A Girl

She's a Girl

Emil couldn't really help it.

He couldn't help noticing how soft her skin was, how her blond hair brought out her features, how it made her unique. Most of all, he couldn't help getting lost in her eyes. He'd noticed all of this when they were in the lab one day, talking about new developments and it was one of their science lessons. They were still children at the tender age of 14.

They'd both reached over for a vial and their hands had touched. As soon as they did, Emil's mind had been blown. She was incredibly soft and it felt good to touch her. Merely through small contact, he'd realized this. Others didn't. Because Emil was different.

He'd wanted to go further. He wanted to hold her hand in his own. He wanted to hold it and walk around and talk with her normally, whilst knowing they were connected and there was some form of physical contact between them.

As soon as their hands had touched, they'd turned to look at each other and Emil had gotten lost in her green eyes again, staring and mesmerized.

Kayer wasn't so understanding though. "Why're you so awkward?"

"Huh?" She'd snapped him out of his thoughts and before he knew it, she had the vial and was tipping it onto the other. He shook his head to snap himself out of it. "Uh, sorry." Though she didn't seem to mind anymore.

She went about fixing up the concoction again. They'd gotten into work and derailed from the silly distraction from earlier but it was still in Emil's mind.

When the time came to put a drop of another substance in the vial, it was another surprise for him. "Put that thing in, Emil."

"This?"

"Yeah."

He stirred the pink liquid in the beaker and took a small amount in the dropper. Placing the beaker down, he went to drop it in the vial but Kayer said something mind blowing to him. "Hold it, you have to steady it, Emil."

"What?"

"Hold it." She was already holding it. He had to put his hand over hers.

"O - Oh. Like this?" He placed his hand over hers and his cheeks heated up. Though, Kayer didn't seem to really care.

"Yeah. Now get this..." She took his hand, the one that held the dropper, and directed it over the vial and pressed it in. But Emil was still in shock. Her hands really were soft. They felt so pleasant to touch. At that moment, he wanted to be attached to her forever. "Come on, we've still got more to do."

"Uh, r - right." And it was then.

Emil knew he had a crush on her. It had started when he'd first been dragged into the military and torn apart from his mother. They'd tossed a sword in his hands and told him to fend off moving dummies but he was so frightened and sad, he didn't want to fight and he was scared he'd get hurt. He was only four years old.

When the first dummy came to him, his eyes only widened in fear and he made to scream when he faintly remembered blond hair flying in front of him. Kayer had jumped in front of him and done the deed for him. She turned to him finally and that's how they'd met and how Emil started liking her.

The first time she smiled, that was what he'd liked. Her smile. But as he'd grown, he'd started liking more about her. Liking everything else. From her appearance to her personality to her ideals to her will. Everything about her was everything to him. From her frowns to her smiles, he liked everything. He always thought of it as a crush though. He never thought farther than that.

Her blond hair was one of the things he liked most. It was the first thing he'd seen of her and it was what made her Kayer. She was blond. A simple statement that Emil had constantly reminded himself of.

She wasn't very fond of it though. She always held it up and frowned. "It's so annoying, maintaining it. Hair doesn't make you sexy, I can't use it against enemies. It gets in my way, too! Might as well just cut it all off!"

Emil remembered walking into her room one day to see her standing by the mirror and holding a pair of scissors by the tips of her hair. She opened them and Emil practically jumped. He ran up to her and tore it from her hands, tossing it.

He frantically asked what she thought she was doing. She'd responded saying she wanted to get rid of it because it was so annoying but he couldn't have that. He worshiped that blond hair. If he was a creeper, he would've taken the blond strands and put them on a shrine or something but he wasn't.

He knew it was a problem so he offered to trim it. He didn't want it all going, it looked great on her.

So they'd ended up sitting together with Emil cutting off the tips little by little. "Why would you wanna cut all this? It's..."

"It's crusty, that's what."

It wasn't at all, it felt really soft in his hands, like her hands. "It's beautiful. Please don't ever think of doing that."

She didn't respond but eventually she sighed. "Fine."

Emil adored her blond strands. They smelled nice too. She'd hugged him once and he couldn't help it sniffing it. It didn't smell like anything great like flowers or grass but to Emil it smelled just like her. It smelled like Kayer.

His list of things he liked about her kept growing.

He remembered watching her in town one day. He was sitting on the stairs to his house and standing next to him was Sienna's father, Simon. Emil's eyes were tailing Kayer, running around on the road with Lithia and Sienna and Athur.

A thought popped into his head of how thankful he should be that Kayer wasn't hot property. To Emil, she most certainly was, but other boys turned a blind eye to her and he was grateful. All they were interested in were bodies and hair and Kayer didn't have much. Emil remembered her getting distraught for a day after Lithia had called her a flat chest. It was true, she really didn't have anything up there but Emil liked that too.

Add the fact she was crude and open minded, guys didn't want that type of girl, the type of girl that stood on her own feet and fended for herself. They preferred sensitive types that clung to their boys for protection. Emil thought Kayer could act sensitive, in the right situation. But it didn't matter. He was interested in everything from her.

Emil was kinda different. With his black hair and gentle black eyes, girls did find him cute and attractive but he always turned them down gently with a good excuse. In reality he was only interested in Kayer, but he had an arsenal of excuses.

His crush had become familiar with everyone. Everyone and anyone could tell he thought a lot about her. That day when he was sitting on his porch with Simon standing above him, the man had asked him about it. "Why don't you tell her how you feel, Emil?"

"Hm?"

"Kayer. I think she'd be happy to have you."

But Emil only shook his head and said no. He didn't want to be viewed differently. He just wanted to be a friend. But eventually, he wanted to be more.

Things have a way of finally showing their true light to someone's good graces. But fate had to be on your side. And fate had just so happened to be on Emil's side twice. For the world and for Kayer.

So a few years later, he'd be lying flat on his stomach on his bed and thinking like he used to in the old days.

She's a girl.

She's a simple girl.

She's a beautiful girl.

He smiled.

She's my girl.