Just Another Love Story

The Love Begins

I wake up to my door opening very lightly. I hear deep growl coming from close to my floor. It's dark, so I can't make out exactly what is making the noise. I can see a quick movement go across the end of my bed. I frantically search for my phone on my bed. It feels like forever until I find it. I've already had like ten mental ideas of what kind of monster it could be. I turn on the flashlight on my phone and shine it on the direction I first heard the noise. I see nothing, so I start to scan the rest of the floor with the light on the other side of the room. "AHH!" I yelled at the top of my lungs before I even look closely enough to see what is in front of me. I take another look and instantly feel relieved. It was just my dog chewing on a pillow.

I lay back down, thinking I have more time to sleep and after what feels like three seconds, I heard my mom walk into my room. I shove my pillow on top of my head and refuse to take one step out of my bed. "Hannah, if you miss the bus you are not going anywhere all weekend," I heard her nag at me. "Fine!" I mutter back and very unenthusiastic drag myself out of my amazingly comfortable bed. I never realized how comfortable it was until I was forced to get out of it.

I lazily walk across the hall to the bathroom. To my surprise my curls where still intact from my attempt to curl my hair the night before. My hair is usually wavy. Not the pretty kind of wavy, the kind of wavy that looks like your hair was run over by a truck kind of wavy. I never really did much to my hair except straighten it occasionally, but I got bored the night before. So, I decided not to mess with my hair, which didn't bother me, I wasn't awake enough to try to tame the mess I call hair anyway.

My morning routine consist of me blasting and singing along to my "morning mix" playlist on Pandora, me scrambling to find a decent outfit to wear to school, and me trying to think of every idea I can to miss the bus so my mom will be forced to take me to school. If my attempt to miss the bus failed I usually just put my headphones in and ignore everyone. I did not like the eighth grade section on my bus. I would have rather say with the less dramatic, less annoying sixth graders, but my bus driver have us assigned sections.

Once I finished picking out the only clean outfit I could find, a orange top with spaghetti straps and ruffles paired with a black cardigan to make it appropriate for school, and a pair of black jeans, I used about every excuse I had for not riding the bus, but my mom succeeding on getting me to the bus stop. But I wasn't happy about it. It was raining, so I had to stand under a big tree that kept dropping acorns into my hair. I could have fed a whole squirrel family with all the acorns that were hiding in my hair.

While I was picking the droppings from the tree out of my hair, hoping I wouldn't get attacked by a hungry group of squirrels, I see a car pull up to my bus stop. I had a couple mini heart attacks inside, but I didn't show it at all on the inside. I pictured the worst in my mind. I pictured me getting kidnaped or raped or killed. I stared straight at the car. I was trying to see who was in the car, but I couldn't tell. After about two minutes of my creepy stares, someone finally got out of the car. It was a young boy. About my age. He had silky, jet black, short hair. The kind you just want to run your fingers through. He was kind of tall, but overly tall. He wasn't scrawny, and he wasn't big, he was toned. He was very handsome. He didn't look like any boys at my school. He had to be a new student. I would have remember him. He walked over and waited next to me. His mom rolled down the window and ask "Are you okay waiting here alone?" He gave her a quick head nod, and she drove away saying, " I love you, have a nice day!" He seemed embarrassed. His face got really red. Kind of like a tomato.

For about five minutes we stood there awkwardly and I finally couldn't take it anymore. I looked him in his beautiful bright blue eyes and got hypnotized. I probably looked like an idiot just standing there looking at him, but I couldn't help it. He was just so cute. I finally snapped out of it and asked him. "So, are you new?" He looked at me like it was the weirdest question. Maybe he thought it was obvious that he was new. He replied with a quiet "yeah." "You don't need to be nervous," I told him, mostly because he looked like he was just picked as a contestant in the Hunger Games. "I'm Hannah by the way, what's your name?" I asked him. "Josh," he replied. We stood for another minute and just made awkward eye contact. "We floridians don't bite, you know." I said very sarcastically to him. He grew a little smile and replied, "Yeah, I know. It's just kind of nerve racking, you know?" I gave him a cute little head nod. I did know.