Frank Sinatra and a little love

You had always been in love with music. Since that first day you stepped on my bus as that new girl at school. You had your earphones in. Every day I would look at you and wonder what you were listening to. The smile resting on your face showed how much you loved whatever it was. The earphones were always in your ears. One day you had taken them out for a brief moment and I took the opportunity to glance over your shoulder to see what you were listening to. Your phone screen flashed a Frank Sinatra song. Taking advantage of this moment I blurted out "Frank Sinatra. Nice. Have a favorite song of his?"

You smiled saying, "yes.' Let's fall in love',"

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. "That's a great one of his, I like 'The way you look tonight',"

"Doesn't everyone love that one," you said sarcastically.

I chuckled nervously slouching back into my seat. I pondered our conversation. You enjoyed Frank Sinatra just as I had. Artists such as he and many others similar were my favorites but I hadn't told anyone. Sometimes I spent countless nights listening to his songs, especially on my bad days.

Every week I'd glance over your shoulder to see you listening to the same type of music. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to inquire after your interest in the music.

"You know, I wouldn't expect you to listen to this music," I said.

You turned down the music and looked at me. "Why's that?"

"Aren't girls into One Direction and Justin Bieber these days?"

"That's just stereotypical of you to assume,"

"Well why do you listen to this music?"

"It makes me feel comfortable unlike music these days. Its real music,"

"You're right. I love this music,"

You turned to look at me in disbelief. "Really? You being an athlete and all, I wouldn't expect anything like that."

"Maybe you were too quick to judge," I said with a smirk.

"Possibly,"

"I'm Caspar,"

"Kennedy,"

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat and put your earphones back in. Although our conversation was brief I felt warmth flush over my body. I slipped into the seat next to you.

"I left my headphones at home. Can I listen with you?"

Hesitating for a moment you knitted your fingers together then finally gave me the right earphone. I listened with glee as I played with my mangled earphones I had stuffed in my coat pocket. Every day after then I had told you I'd forgotten my earphones while feeling their weight in my pocket. You caught on of course but paid no mind. It became a routine of our bus rides.

After a month, my birthday came around the corner. As I took my seat next to you a smile formed on your face. You handed me a square object wrapped perfectly with a bow in the middle. I instantly felt foolish, for I should've thought to give you a present on your birthday the previous week. Ripping the paper I revealed a pack of CD's. You had given me Frank Sinatra's works.

"Thank you so much I-," I said smiling.

"One more thing," you interrupted me. You passed me a brand new set of earphones. "Since yours have been missing for so long," you winked.

Chuckling I grabbed them from you and refrained from embracing you with all my heart. Instead I fidgeted with my coat zipper.

Although I had my own earphones, we continued to sit side by side with our separate sets. We would look into each other's eyes and smile. Well at least I would look at you only to see your eyes shift away but stare at me when you thought I wasn't looking. I wanted to know more about you. I hadn't known much about you and I felt guilty for coming on too strong. We had developed a relationship with few words which wasn't that strong.