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"come on danny. in the inspirational words of shia lebouff..." "JUST DO IT" they all shouted, before collapsing into raucous laughter. I smirked self consciously, digging my elbow into my best mate shay's ribs.
we're stood by the benches at school, waiting for the squad so we can walk home. me, shay, james, marc and rob. waiting for lena and courtney, james' girlfriend and her best friend.
with me hoping someone else would walk by soon as well.
emmy.
the girl with the blue pixie cut hair, and the most beautiful mahogany eyes. the girl who'd confessed her feelings for me only yesterday.
the girl I'd rejected coldly because I didn't want to show any emotion in front of my friends - which turned out to be pointless as they reassured me I obviously felt the same. would she even talk to me, after how I treated her? would she even acknowledge me?
as if she heard my thoughts, there she was. sweeping across the lonely grey, seemingly warming up the cold February afternoon. shay nudged me, nodding towards her.
"come on danny! go get her!" out of the corner of my eye I see her flinch at the sound of my name, walk faster. it kills me inside, but who am I to hurt if I don't to anything to change it?
I take a deep breath, take a step, hesitate, then stride after her.
she's walking pretty fast, seemingly to escape any mention of me, but I eventually catch up just before she exits through the gates. I grab her arm, and she spins to face me, the almost-purple orbs widening as our eyes met. I opened my mouth, trying to think of something to say, but nothing could explain the raw emotion I was feeling in that moment. my fingers were shaking on her skin, and I couldn't form a single sentence.
they say a picture is worth a thousand words, and I think that can apply to actions. after all, give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day, teach him to fish and he'll eat for a lifetime. tell a girl you love her and she might say it back. show her you love her... and she'll hold it in her heart forever.
in that moment, I'm frozen, just gazing at her. I can't breathe, which is ok, because my only viable option doesn't need a single breath.
I lean in, close my eyes, hope for the best... and our lips connect.