I've watched him.
I should at least admit that.
And when the sun comes up everyday, a certain part of me is grateful for yet another day on the planet of blue and green which might change colour if we allow it to.
And we are.
But the fact is there is no point.
I just woke up.
And the weekdays are the times where school beckons with an unchanging call of "Wake Up!" every other morning.
But school isn't half bad.
I mean where else do I see him?
And I see him most in one class I have everyday.
And other people haven't noticed, God forbid when they do, that I not so slick have this weird way of staring at him.
And everyday our teacher rambles on and speaks too fast and has more important things to attend to rather than teaching apparently.
And every other day, the teacher asks for help, and he's always the first volunteer.
It's strange how he has that sort of urge to help.
He puts unkind people to utter shame I'll have you know.
But when the teacher does do his designated job, he hasn't realised, but I get the perfect cover.
I'll just look at him.
Absorb him.
And he talks to me.
Every single time before he talks to me, he sends me this smile that makes my heart flutter.
I swear his smile could power our ungrateful city for a whole day.
And he doesn't have a suave voice.
Quite honest he doesn't need one.
And I study his features as he talks to me.
I have noticed his beckoning brown eyes which compared to my own are no comparison actually.
And his nose which does this thing where it looks strange till you actually boop it, then it's just so much fun to fool around with.
And his hair, I've touched his hair, several times, and it just gets better as time goes along.
And he doesn't try too hard on it because there isn't really much to do for curls like his.
I've asked him a lot.
He's asked me a lot.
And I get these hugs from him once in a while which give me this feeling I've yet to find the words for but I would like to live in his hug.
And my head plays all sorts of tricks on me at any awful time and I think of him when I see curls, or when I hear the word boop or see a funny looking nose, or even when I look into my own eyes in the mirorr.
I think of him.
And he talks like a geek and mentions anime and horror films because he thinks he's cool cause of his collection of Linkin Park but he's still a geek and that's perfect.
And I've asked about Naruto.
I'm not BIG on horror.
And my music choice leans dangerously close to typical.
And I've watched him.
And I love PlayStation.
So does he.
