Ocean Eyes

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"Burning cities and napalm skies, fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes. Your ocean eyes."

Waking up from a dream that you loved was always the worst thing. You'd try to make yourself go back to sleep but it never worked. Your either too worked up or just simply not tired anymore.

My dream consisted of, the one and only, Ocean Eyes. Or Colby Brock, as I found out last night after some extensive research. I smiled tiredly, running my hand through my hair, stretching with a yawn. I got out of my bed and searched through my closet, wanting to find a shirt that was just as blue as his eyes.

I sighed in contentment when finding that perfect shirt. I slid it on and smiled. I wonder what he's doing right now. I shake my head. Too stalkerish.

I sat down at my desk in my room and opened my laptop, I decided to look him up. Colby Brock.

Google wasn't much of a help, giving me articles on cheese rather than the boy with blue eyes. I sighed and went to Twitter. Going to the search bar, I repeated my action of typing his name and as if it was some miracle, some voice from the heavens, I found him.

My breath hitched.

I clicked his profile and waited for it to load. My heart began to race. I could see his profile picture was of him, a model. A perfect smile stuck to his face, his blue eyes shining brightly. Beautiful. Was all I thought. I stared at his profile picture for what seemed like ages. I didn't even realize his account had fully loaded.

As I was about scroll on through, my heart sank. The logo of a lock and PRIVATE prevented me from looking at his profile. I bit my lip. I read his bio, "Take chances." I mumbled.

I hovered over the follow button. I wondered if this was a good idea. I held my breath for what seemed like hours before finally pressing the button, letting it send a request to follow the blue eyed boy. I released my breath.

I leaned back in my chair and ran my hands through my blonde messy hair and down my face. I closed my laptop and got up from my desk, walking out of my and into the living room. I sat on the couch and turned my ringer on, just in case I got a special notification. I turned on the tv and listened to the crappy morning shows.

I didn't mind the background noise as I drifted into my thoughts. I want to meet him. Again. I closed my eyes and let the beautiful color of blue, different shades ranging from dark to baby blue, consume me. I've come to really like the color. Almost love.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. The show I had previously been listening to had changed into a different show. I frowned. How long was I out?

I looked at the time. Almost an hour.

I looked at my phone and gulped. I turned it on and saw several notifications. Some from Instagram, emails, texts, and Twitter.

I immediately opened Twitter and went to my notifications. I scrolled through, waiting for that perfect picture of the boy to see if he followed me back, if he accepted my request.

I was about to give up when seeing nothing of the sort. But it had seemed that his follow back was my first notification. He had followed me before I turned off my laptop, before I had closed out of Twitter.

I sat still for a moment.

A smile spread on my lips. I went onto my profile and began my journey through his timeline.