Seasons Falling

Six

Roan's P.O.V.

Fridays. They are the heavenly days of each week. Everybody gets to go home after school, work, or wherever they are, and relax the next couple of days. I would practically run home every Friday, and throw myself on my bed. Even though I had some homework from school, I just saved it until I felt like doing it., which was usually some time during Sunday. Fridays were by far my favorite day of the week considering I knew I got to sleep and do anything I wanted the next two days.

But I absolutely hate them now.

You see, this past week has been the greatest week of my entire life. I decided to actually talk to Celine, and now we are like, friends, I guess you could say (but we definitely have some chemistry going on). In Science the other day, our teacher paired us up for a two week project, and I felt like a little kid opening gifts on Christmas day. What can I say? This is what love does to me.

Back to Fridays, I think they are the worst days of the week. Reason? Because I have to live about 2 days, 17 hours, and 10 minutes without Celine. I know, it doesn't seem like that much. But in reality, I have to survive 234,600 seconds without seeing her or hearing her laugh, which is why I have a plan.

If you know me, when I have a plan, you should comepletely freak out. The last time I made a plan, was on April fools day, which was a good 7 months ago. I made a plan to come into school with blood (ketchup) all over my arms and face, explaining that I tripped and a car ran over my arms.

I got suspened for a week. But it was so worth it.

This time, my plan is actually going to work, and I will prove it.

"Hey, Roan!" Celine says, as she sits down behind me. Ever since we changed seats in class, I have been both satisfied, and frustrated with this arrangement. I mean, I can't stare at her, and memorize every detail of her, like a creepy person, but I do get to talk to her everyday.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask, smoothly spinning around in my seat. And when I say smoothly, I mean so smooth that my ass slipped off the chair and I collapsed on the ground. In reflex, I lay on my side, resting my elbow on the ground, and hold my head up with my hand.

"Paint me like one of your french girl," I say, making Celine crack up, and everyone around me be comepletely creeped out. But I kind of drone everyone else out. I'm with Celine, and nothing else matters.

I start making weird kissy faces at her and say,"C'mon, I know you wanna."

Her face turns red from laughter, and that fact that someone enjoys my strange sense of humor makes me feel like the greatest person alive.

I quickly stand up, and considering her face is hidden in her hands, I gently place my fingers under her chin, and lift her head up so she is looking into my eyes. She has to look up quite a bit considering that I am standing and she is sitting. But when her eyes meet mine, I am taken aback by how...beautiful her eyes are. I can feel my stomach do a gymnastics routine, and I just pray that my face doesn't show it.

"Don't forget to breathe," I say softly, her eyes still locked onto mine.

"It's hard. You took my breath away, literally." she replies, and I always here this song on the radio, that says something about time being frozen. And I finally get what everyone meant by time freezing. 

Her incredibly captivating eyes, that I've never looked into for more than a split second, remind me of my favorite song at the moment. Miserable At Best by Mayday Parade. It's quite an old tune, but the lyrics go something like this...

But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright

And when we look to the sky, its not mine, but i want it so...

And that's true, nothing shines quite as bright as her eyes. But the thing I love best, is that her eyes get brighter when they see me. I just hope what my heart is telling me is true. But right now, I really don't want to jinx anything.

I guess I was so lost in thought, because when I snap back to reality, I am sitting back in my seat, tapping my pencil on my desk, barely listening to what my teacher is saying. And even though everything that just happened felt so real, I feel a strike of pain come across me, letting myself believe that, maybe it was just my imagination. You're overthinking again Roan, stop.

But I absolutely refuse to believe that it didn't happen. I remember her laughing. I remember moving closer to her and staring into her eyes for probably too long. I remember the urge I felt to just kiss her, right then and there. I would have, but I want my first kiss with her to be rememberable. And considering how I like to remember things, we will probably end up at a dumpster, covered in debris, making out. A warm sensation runs through my body, just thinking of being able to be that close to her. God I am so thankful for not getting a boner right now.

After class, I know I have to start my plan soon, so I decide to begin it when we get to her locker. Frankly, I don't even have a plan. All I know is that I have to get her number. I will not go another god damn weekend without at least reading something from her. Although I literally met her not a week and a half ago...my heart attatched itself to her, and I really don't want it back.

"Did what happened before really happen?" I accidently spill, making my eyes grow wide from being such an idiot. Of course it happened you dorkwad. WTF is a dorkwad? What has my vocabulary come to.

Celine laughs,"Yeah it did. And if we were in art, I definitely would have tried to paint you. The faces you were making were histerical and I wish I could've taken some pictures to show you."

"I probably looked ridiculous, but you know, I'm known for doing those insane things at the worst of times." I laugh along with her.

"It's good to be crazy sometimes. This world needs some spark, and people like you are really going to make the world ignite with beauty and originality."

I flick my head to look at her, and she acts as if that was one of the most normal things to say. And maybe it was, but I guess I am just drawn into the immense imagination she has. With her view of the world, and my ability to out everything into words, we could make the greatest song alive. Maybe she will be the first one I sing all of my songs to.

"What?" She giggles, and I realize I've been staring at her for quite a long time, because we are already at her locker.

"Sorry," I laugh softly . "I can't help but get lost in your eyes."

"As I've noticed." And speaking of her noticing me always losing myself, I notice that she has a whiteboard magnetted to her locker. Perfect.

I quickly pick up the marker, and scribble my number onto it. Below my number I write the corniest thing I can think of on the spot, Call me maybe?

In an act of fear of being rejected, and out of plain stupidity, I walk away to my next class. I didn't even say goodbye, but I feel that cliffhanger worked well.

When I get to fifth period, my lame spanish class, I get a text from a weird number, but smile as I'm opening it.

You dork :)

And for 45 minutes straight, I am smiling my ass off.

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Hello! Miserable at best is actually my favorite song right now. Feel free to look at their other songs because they are the greatest band ever and I love them.

Thank you to everyone who reads this, I love you more than each star that shines  xx