I Present To You

Salvatore

"Salvatore can wait, now it's time to eat soft ice cream..."

"So, who's the guy?" What's Marty going on about now, lord knows I've been single since the womb.

"What?"

"You know...the guy, the one that's got you all smiley and what not. Honey since you walked in you have been practically dancing on daisy's." Ah, so she means James.            

The encounter last Friday was rather awkward, just reliving the memory brought eternal cringe. What was I thinking? While part of me celebrated the fact that I even had a social interaction— with a boy nonetheless (a very very cute boy might I add) —the other part of me wanted to scream at how incredibly weird I came off I took his picture for God's sake.

"There is no guy Marty, just me. The weather is just really nice today and I can't wait to go out with my camera and me." Which was true, well partially.

"Mhmm, whatever you say child." And it is whatever I say, because I will continue to deny the fact that I Mickey no-middle-name Charles am in fact harboring a crush for the Irish starry-eyed blond, James. Matter of fact, I prohibit even thinking about you know who.
Finally relinquished from my duties at Melby's I take off to explore what's left of the day. My shiny, practically new Kodak Pixpro

I sat on an empty bench at an empty park, just breathing in the scenery before me. It was as if someone had lit this gigantic earthy candle, and I was there bathing; harmonizing within scent.

"Hello there," I cautiously open one eye. Upon realization, I nearly bug out. The world is just too damn small.

"Hi, James right?" Of course you're James.

"Mickey, right? Mind if I sit?" God why is he so good looking? It should be a sin! I almost regret agreeing when he smoothly sits right upon me. Not even a bible would've fit between us.

I'm uncomfortable. "Listen, Mickey, in all honesty I think you're strange but beautiful. I've seen you around Chadford High a couple of times and never had balls to come and talk to you before.." Oh God, oh God, oh God. I can't breathe, he WHAT?

"Oh," because I'm intelligent and totally not at lost for words.

"Oh?" Now staring into his big blue magical eyes, I see him for what he truly is. He's just the biggest geek ever.

"Oh." I Mickey no-middle-name Charles am in fact harboring a crush for the Irish starry-eyed blond, James.