"seriously, it's getting weird now." mary-kate says, interrupting the silence between her and the mysterious teenage-looking-boy that was staring at her blankly.
"oh, sorry." he replies, fiddling with his fingers on his lap. he purses his lips, looking back to who he thought was the most beautiful human being he'd ever seen. he was so fixated on her structures, he forgot he started staring again.
she stares at him blankly, too. trying to read his face. he smiles again, wider this time. small wrinkles begin to from under his eyes from his smile, which made her smile.
"this is.. unusual." she says lowly, pursing her lips into another smile.
he couldn't do anything but smile even more at this point. he didn't even know her name; and he didn't ever experience the affect she had on him before. so the feeling was all so foreign to him. he tapped his toes in the white-tiled floors, thinking of something to say to her.
"yeah."
she twists her lips, looking at her notepad then back to him. tapping her pen onto the creme page and looking out of the window next to her. her curls blocked her face; making it impossible for him to continue staring at her face.
that's creepy. he thinks.
he looks down to her notebook, admiring the sketch she was working on. she hummed to the song that was playing on her phone. he didn't know the song though. but it felt as if he recognized the rhythm of it.
"what're you drawing?" he asks, peering over her shoulder to get a better look.
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he smiles after staring at the drawing for a few more seconds, acknowledging her talent. "that's really good." he says through a smile.
she twists her lips again, shrugging with only one shoulder. "i dunno," she tucks a few tresses of hair behind her ear. "i don't really like it."
"it's amazing." he reassures, making her smile. he'd only actually talked to her for a couple of seconds, but he loved it when she smiled. he adored her smile a lot.
"thank you."
he nods as a 'your welcome' as she continues to run over the sketch with her pen whilst humming lyrics to the song she was listening to. he watches her as she tilts her head to the side, focusing on her artwork. he didn't quite know why he was so fixated onto her; it never happened before.
there are millions of pretty girls in this world. he thinks. but somehow, she's different.
mary-kate can't help but smile. she knew that he was staring at her again. she didn't know why, though. she never found herself as an "attractive" female. and even when she thought she was the littlest bit of pretty, she always found some other girl to top that.
she was insecure; and he could tell.
she huffs, shutting her notebook closed and sticking it back into her purse. lifting up her wrist, and reading the silver watch that was tied around it. which read; six forty two in the evening.
she'd only been there for about thirty minutes, so she was no where near close to getting to seventy two hours. no one even knew how important this visit was. and she felt as if no one even cared.
"are you alright?" the teenage-boy asks her. she sighs; turning her head to face him again.
those eyes, she thought.
she nods, trying not to look at him in his eyes. she didn't want to be transparent; she never was, anyways. people tried to read her, but they couldn't. she liked reading people but she didn't like people reading her. it was complicated, or at least that's what she wanted for it to be.
"everything's fine."
"everything's not fine." he says. he knew she wasn't fine, just by the movement of her face muscles. he knitted his eyebrows together, trying to get her to look at him. but she refused to.
she gapes her mouth open to say something, but nothing comes out. so she closes it back up again.
"nash." he says.
"what?"
"nash." he repeats. "grier. that's my name."
"cool." she answers dryly. "'nice to meet you trash."
"nash." he says through a chuckle, running his fingers through his hair.
she purses her lips together again, not knowing what to say. she nods, tapping her fingers together. "cool."
a few more dry moments of silence overcomes the two. they sit awkwardly, and for a moment mary-kate becomes uncomfortable. but there was no reason to be.
she looks over to him, and he was looking down to his feet whilst tapping them onto the ground anxiously. she furrows her eyebrows, watching his movements as his hair fell to the sides of his face, and how his freckles miraculously matched his face perfectly. she smiled to herself; now she was the one staring. she didn't mind, though. and she had a feeling that he wouldn't, either.
