butterflies & hurricanes // phan

Three

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03

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The next day went by slowly. I had one class with another of my closest friends, PJ, but that was the only good thing about the whole day. Although the class itself seemed beyond boring, as if they were trying to torture me specifically today. But it was nice seeing my friend anyway.

I began shuffling in my seat, waiting for the professor to stop talking. However, my wishes weren't met and I ended up staring off into space, daydreaming about being somewhere else, and with someone else... I knew this class was important, but I just couldn't get myself to listen. It was like my brain decided to not let me think properly today.

Soon I felt my fingers tapping the desk in front of me and I didn't even realise it was recreating the rhythm of Butterflies and Hurricanes, a song that still wouldn't get out of my head since I heard the brunette boy play it yesterday.

"Ugh," I breathed when I leant back in my chair, a sign of misery I had been holding since I first entered the room. The noise made PJ look at me, nodding and rolling his eyes, showing he felt the same way. My eyes shifted from PJ to the ceiling and eventually to the clock. Eight minutes was all we had left. Eight minutes until we could leave and do whatever we wanted to.

But I already knew PJ and I wouldn't spend the afternoon together, as he had promised his boyfriend, Chris, to meet at the cinema.

Chris and PJ were great together and both of them were two of my best friends besides Twigs, but I can't say I wasn't jealous.

They were literally perfect for each other; they were one of those cheesy couples that everyone seemed to hate but that actually had what everyone wanted, including me.

But my love for them was bigger than my envy, and I was really happy they found each other.

But obviously, this relationship made PJ spend less time with me which I usually didn't mind; but right now, with the class being over and nothing to do other than homework, I really wished for a distraction. Twigs had dancing classes, and well... Chris was with PJ. Of course there were other people I could spend time with, but... I just didn't want to.

So instead of socialising I decided to focus on my homework; It was quite easy that week actually, but media class wasn't the hardest of classes anyways.

We had to create a storyboard for a scene of a movie we had to watch last week, but interpret it differently - change the camera angle, the character's facial expressions, and so on – and then explain in what way it would change the scene.

I checked the time after I finished the assignment; it wasn't too late yet and I smiled when I realised I could go to central London for some grocery shopping. It would be a good distraction from university and the boredom making my day feel grey.

I left the campus with my purple backpack. I've been to the centre of London just yesterday to get some clothes for my brother's wedding in a few weeks, but - being the smart guy I am - I forgot buying food for the next few days.

I could just walk there; it wasn't much of a walk. But when I saw the entrance to the underground station closest to my uni, the brunette guy from yesterday crept into my mind again. What if... maybe he would be at the same station today?

There was no way I was this lucky. I've never seen him there before, so why would he be there again today?

But maybe, just maybe... what if I was lucky? So, despite the good weather, I walked down the stairs to take a train – aka checking the underground station for the pretty boy with his street piano.