Everything Is Blue

Too Quick?

Your eyes are wide behind ur aviators as you watch your world slowly become enveloped in colours. Is this what Bro saw? No... He explained that it's different for everyone. Everyone's world starts differently. And you couldn't have yours start any other way. It's breath taking.

As you knowingly stare at the other, you notice he isn't looking at you, his beautiful, sky blue eyes are staring down at his feet with a faint red hue softened over his sweet, flawless cheeks. His hair is messy and curly and the deepest of night skies, a grey-blue beanie hugging his head perfectly. A shaky breath you didn't realise you were holding, pushes past your lip and you can feel your heart beating a mile a minute. It's beautiful. He's beautiful. He's fucking gorgeous. He's perfect.

It seems he's noticed your shaky exhale as he glances up at you, and that's when his eyes bulge just as much as yours. You shiver. You can feel him taking all of you in, absorbing your very being with those Spring, sky blue eyes, the glasses resting on his nose framing them all to perfectly, as if out of a fantasy novel.

You want to say something. Anything. Apologise even. That's what you were going to do in the first place, but you can't form words, your brain is too overwhelmed by the sudden change in your world- your heart. This is too much, yet too little. You're going to explode, but you need more.

Your hand slowly raises up to your shades, gently sliding them down and off your face, your world instantly brightening. His lips part the slightest as he stares into your eyes and you catch a glimpse of metal. Bracers. God he's so dorky and nerdy and perfect and you just want to hold him. Embrace him. Or at the very least, hear his voice.

You takes in a shaky breath and your lips part. "S-sorry-." You stutter with a faint voice crack.

FuCK! Great. Perfect. Super. Just what you needed.

The sky eyed boy doesn't respond, he just stares while you feel your cheeks heat up. God he's just too perfect. Your eyes trail from his own, to his chest, he's taking in deep breaths and you watch as it expands and closes, until you continue your path down his body. Your eyes soon stop at his waist. He's slim, probably unhealthily so, but he doesn't seem anorexic. Your gaze glides down and up his legs, he's noticeably shorter than you by roughly a head.

Your eyes go back up to his and you instantly make eye-contact, and boy do his cheeks brighten.

His breaths stutter as he attempts to speak. "I-uh-w-well....you're, uh- I mean!-" It comes out in stuttered drabble and hitched breaths as he attempt to but together a decent sentence.

It's the cutest thing since that kitten your brothers boyfriend bought to your place a year ago. But that doesn't even pose a challenge to this.

You let out an awkward, breathy chuckle as you watch him stutter and blush, and you decide to help him out.

"Dave." You state. "Dave Strider."

He instantly snaps his eyes back up to you. "J-uh-"

"Wha-"

"John!" He yells, panting lightly.

You flinch slightly at the raised voice. God that voice, it's perfect. "John....?" You trail off in question.

"Egbert. John Egbert."

You let a soft smile slip. "Well then, John Egbert. You wanna go get something to eat with me?"

His blush increases and his lips pull into a toothy smile. Adorable. "Sure! I-I guess."

And with that, you stack your stuff onto the register, pay for both yours and his and lead him out and into a cheap, but decent food place.