The Beauty Of Will

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        My name is Taylor. I used to be what seemed like the most unnoticed boy of all time.
        I have jet black hair, with blue eyes. I'm typically seen wearing a dark grey hoodie with worn out jeans and black shoes. Or at least that's how I used to dress, before I was introduced to Will.

        It was the first day of school, I was sitting in the back of my math class reading a book. I got to a part in the book, when the boy hooks up with the girl, they get married, have a kid, and yadda yadda yadda *makes raspberry noise*. It discussed me. It happens in every single book.
        I shut the book upon reaching the ever dreaded end. Class hadn't started yet. I neglected to bring another book to read in my spare time, so,  I decided, do to lack of other options, to watch the other students go by.
        There was this stereo typical, bleach blonde, cheerleader who was already surrounded by a flock of pubescent girls. Most of whom, were sporting a variety of pinks. I had called this group of girls 'flamingos' strictly because of this detail.
        I looked away feeling as though I might have been blinded by the brightness of both their clothing, and their spirits if I kept looking any longer.
        My vision fell on what seemed to be a walking, talking, breathing masterpiece that walked through the door. He had light brown hair that looked stunning with his black rimmed glasses, which shielded his electric blue eyes. He was wearing a red plaid, button up shirt with black jeans. He was the only person I've ever met that pulled off the stereotypical hipster look.
        He walked right over to me and took the seat next to me. He saw the book one my desk and smiled slightly. I felt myself blush.
        "What do you think of it?" He asked pointing to the book.
        "It was good until the ending." I managed to say. My triumphant moment was ruined by the guy smiling again, causing my cheeks to burn with the power of a thousand suns.
       "What didn't you like about it?"
        "What would I like about it," Now that I had gotten going on a rant, I knew I wasn't going to stop until I had to. "It was incredibly rushed, not to mention predictably stereotypical, and to be 100% honest, I feel that Brian should have ditched Bree and ran away with -" I realized what I was saying. I had already said to much and the day wasn't even over. I felt the color drain from my face, then return with full power as he smiled at me again.
        "Should have ran away with John." He finished.
        "Yeah." I breathed.
        "I'm Will Oak." He held out his hand.
        "Taylor Jinkons." I felt my nerves tingle the second I touched his hand and shook it.
        Just then the teacher announced that class would be starting.
        To this day, I have no clue what the teacher was saying. I wasn't paying attention at all. I was to busy staring at Will, and thinking about everything that happened in that small amount of time. I decided to list it all out in chronological order.

1. I finished a book
2. I watched the flamingos
3. I watched a mysterious boy walk into the room
4. He asked me about the book.
5. I said to much
6. He agreed with me
7. He introduced himself
8. I introduced myself
9. We shook hands

        No matter how I wrote it, it didn't make sense. No one ever talked to me. I had no friends, which is why I would spend my time reading instead of socializing. People have never liked me anyway.
        But this guy, who looks as though he was hand crafted by God himself, walks on into my life, sits down next to me, talks to me about a book, and makes me question my entire life's choices, all in a few minutes.
        I thought it was complete nonsense and I would not stand for it. I guess lucky for me, I was sitting when I met Will.
        The day went on as expected. I spent most of my classes thinking about my encounter with the beautiful child that was Will. He appeared in some of my other classes, smiled at me, then took the seat next to me. I, naturally, blushed every time.
        When lunch rolled around, I didn't eat. I usually only ate dinner. So I expected that I would be sitting at a table alone doing nothing but reading a book I had gotten from the library. However, there was a bitter sweet change to my plan.
        I was sitting there, reading the book and minding my own business, when Will comes strolling in and sits down right next to me with a tray full of food.
        "Hi." I mumbled hopelessly.
        "Hey." He replied smiling. I blushed once again.
        "How are you?" It was my pathetic attempt at small talk.
        "Fine. How are you?"
        "Good as I'll ever be."
        "Why aren't you eating?"
        "Usually don't."
        "Why not?"
        "I don't know. Just not hungry I guess." I hastily tried to continue reading my book but I knew it was pointless. I couldn't focus enough to read a single word.
        "You should really eat something." I could hear concern in his voice as I saw a napkin that contained a cookie, slide under my book and into my vision. I closed my book and looked up at Will.
        "Thanks." I said as I picked up the cookie and began to eat it.
        "No problem." He smiled at me and I stupidly continued to make direct eye contact as I began to blush profusely.
        Things got awkward very fast after that. I quickly looked down at the table as I picked the cookie apart with my fingers, carefully putting bits of cookie dough and chocolate chip into my mouth.