The Spark Theory

Feeling the Sparks.

'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile,

Get me with those green eyes, baby,

as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

-Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift.

I reached my apartment around six in the evening, leaving me only about ninety minutes to get ready. I quickly showered in a record time of 15 minutes and blow dried my hair after which I tied it into a fish tail plait. Wrapped in my mauve bath robe, I began rummaging through my closet for the right outfit. Finally, I settled down for a simple unisex navy blue checkered shirt and a pair of blue jeans. I wore a pair of black flats to complete the look. I also wore a ring with a huge black stone on my middle finger and added a pair of black earrings to my ensemble. My makeup was neutral consisting of nude lipstick and kohl-black eyes and a dash of bronzer for my cheeks. I put on some chunky silver metallic bangles on my right hand and a black leather strap swatch with a large dial on my left hand. All in all, I looked cool enough, just the way I did in college. When I was young, I always liked a bit of the rock punk chick look which I could carry now, as well as I did as a teenager in my highschool days. I smiled back at my reflection as I approved my look. By the time I was done checking out myself, I heard the doorbell ring. I glanced at my watch, it was already twenty minutes past seven. Devon had arrived 10 minutes earlier.

I opened the door and there he was

....the Devil himself. My mouth opened wide as I took in his appearance. Sure, he looked hot and all that stuff but what shocked me was not his hotness but his outfit. He was wearing the same shirt as me!!! Since, it was unisex it could be worn by both men and women but I hadn't expected him to wear the same shirt as me. And although he looked mouthwateringly sexy and 100% droolworthy, I still opened my stupid mouth to speak.

"Shit!! You and I are wearing the same shirt! What are we going to do. Should I go and change? Yeah, wait here for five minutes, I will be right back."

"Bianca, its fine that we ar....." I didn't wait for him to complete the rest of his sentence. I quickly changed into a white sleeveless blouse and a navy blue blazer. Luckily the change in my tops did not affect my look.

"There was no need for you to change", he said simply as I entered the living room.

"Of course there was. Just imagine what would have happened if we wore similar outfits and roamed around in public?! People would think that its some kind of uniform or even worse, assume that we are some sort of fraternal twins who still have not grown out of their habit of wearing matching twin clothes!"

He chuckled,"Yeah, that would be kinda wierd. Now if you are done, can we leave or do you want to put on some bridal makeup as well?" He said, cocking his eyebrow.

"Nope. I will first take you to the salon for some bridegroom makeup (I do know that no such thing as bridegroom makeup exists but who cares!) and then I will get mine done. What say?" I winked.

"So, you don't mind being my bride?" he said cocking an eyebrow.

Huh! What!..Oh shit!..I suddenly realised the implied meaning of what I had just said. I looked up towards him and although I saw his teasing expression, there was a glint of sincerity in his eyes. I quickly turned around to hide my flushed cheeks.

"Lets go, we are getting late." My voice came out in an almost hushed whisper. My poor heart was beating faster than Schumacher's fucking Ferrari. Why was I getting so overworked? I felt like I was almost getting married to him and somehow, I felt happy instead of sadness or shock. How could a single harmless statement of his affect me so much! Something was definitely wrong with me.