What Could've Been

2 - He Saw Her

I have no idea how to write slow burns or subtle things/hints so rip me

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"It is good though," Blayke suddenly admitted. I looked up at him, a bit surprised. I was never good with compliments, especially about things I personally did myself. "It is?" I asked hesitantly. He nodded. "Yeah, you've really got something going." He looked into my eyes and smiled. A moment passed, and I felt my face start to heat up. Blayke chuckled. "Dunno why you're so shaken up about it, you should know."
The comment played in my mind for a while. "N-not really..." I muttered, suddenly more thankful for the breeze. He rolled his eyes, but continued eating his burger. Meanwhile I managed to write a few lines for...maybe some sort of song. Of course it was one about showing someone just how much they are to the other person. Honestly, sometimes I cringe at myself wondering just how bad I am. I'd notice that he would glance across the table from time to time, though I tried to ignore it for the sake of my anxiety. Suddenly, when I looked up at him, he was staring at the other side of us. I slowly tapped my pen, already guessing the reason. He lifted his arm.

I sighed under my breath. "Be right back," he said. I lowered my eyesight, barely nodding as he left. I shifted in my seat, leaning my head against the palm of my hand. I moved my other hand to the next page. I then heard footsteps approaching. I rolled my eyes silently. I lifted my gaze to see Blayke smiling down at a girl as he sat down. She stood by the edge of the table for a moment before deciding to sit on the other side. I spared raising an eyebrow, glancing over at Blayke.
His eyebrows furrowed for a second until she smiled at him. Angelica Lesone. A girl that was five feet and two inches tall; the cute height, dark brown wavy hair that curled by the ends to the bottom of her chest, pink lips that had subtle lip gloss and maybe chapstick, and amber deerlike eyes with barely specks of gold. She was known as the cute, innocent girl by some, and the awkward, quiet girl by others. There was also a rumor going around that she was a lesbian, but I can't talk about that. She had her hair down like usual, wearing a grey sweatshirt with dark blue skinny jeans. She looked around for minute before slowly taking out a black beanie and sliding it on. I saw Blayke smile. I turned to my journal again.

"Do you guys sit out here a lot?" Angelica asked, looking around. Blayke shrugged. "Sometimes. Only when it's cool though." Angelica hummed. "I love autumn... Everything about it is so...peaceful?" Blayke nodded, leaning over slightly. "Definitely. I bet Evelyn can agree to that - it's his favorite season." He tilted his head to me. I mentally sighed, but a small one accidentally left my lips. I moved my eyes to Blayke to give him a look before barely glancing at Angelica.
"It's the Thursday season," I said, my attention to the paper in front of me. I heard Angelica giggle, and I could imagine Blayke's grin. He remembered... Probably only because I talk about it a lot, especially since I make him go outside more often. Still... It's just a friend thing - probably only remembered it because it's a constant thing. I wrote another line slowly. I could feel Angelica watching me. I felt uncomfortable. I never really liked unwanted attention, but who did.

Blayke finished his burger. "Another one already?" He suddenly asked. I had to look up at him to make sure he was talking to me. I shrugged. "I got inspired," I mumbled. Somehow I got the feeling that he was grinning. "Since you were around me," he joked. Angelica giggled again, and Blayke finished with a chuckle. I tried to write again.
"Yeah," I said quietly. I could hear the wind. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Angelica watching me again. I didn't like showing my personal stuff, especially something that I made myself. Blayke only does it because he claims to be a best friend. Other thoughts follow that, but I try to ignore them. I wasn't confident in my own stuff either, so I didn't try to do it as often as I wanted to. But Blayke had something going on when he said it had something to do with him, even if he was only joking. Despite that, I don't think he would actually know. It's there, though. Whether it's just writing or drawing... Gotta get inspiration from somewhere.

Angelica crossed her arms on the table. "What are you up to?" She asked. It was clearly obvious just what I was doing. The paper and pen were visible evidence. Whether it was to get more details about it exactly or just to initiate some sort of conversation, I wasn't exactly interested. "Writing," I stated. There was a beat. I felt Blayke nudge his foot against mine under the table. "Are you kidding me," I asked lowly. I sighed. "About...? If you don't mind me asking, that is." She continued.
I rubbed my face. "Letters, poetry, lyrics; all that jazz," I clarified. She hummed. Blayke put his elbow on the table and used his hand to support the side of his face. Of course, while looking at her. "He's a real author, all right." He grinned as Angelica giggled. Her giggles were cute, but they had something behind them. Or maybe nothing. I couldn't understand it... It was as if they were hollow.