The Infatuation Phase.

The Park.

I was walking along the streets of my neighbourhood, looking up at the night sky. It had been true. It was as if Romeo had been cut into stars, and had made the face of heaven so fine, that all the world had fallen in love with night. At least I had. 

I walked with the Helios album in hand, holding it with pride and protection. I wasn't letting anyone snitch this from me tonight, as I held onto it for my dear life as I walked out of the CD store. Yes, I still bought CD's. This store was heaven on earth. The smell of Vinyls, CD's, and Cassette tapes were everywhere and anywhere within the store. 

The label reflected in the moonlight, making everything about the album just perfect. If only I could get home faster, but my parents didn't let me drive. I was too "young." But thank the heavens University was a year away. I was ready to blast Our Last Day, with no care in the world. It was my song, my album, and a piece of me that no one could take. 

I looked up at the starry sky, and the lights that lit up the small shops of the street. I couldn't wait to get home to start listening to it all over and over again. Not noticing who was in front of me, I rammed into a late night runner who had been running right in my path. Being as clumsy as I was, I fell to the ground, hitting my head on the cold concrete really hard. I think I may have laid there for more than 5 minutes, forgetting everything that had occurred. 

The stars were shining really bright, as they encircled my head. 

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I got up, remembering I needed to get home but felt as if something were missing. My arms felt fine, and my face only suffered a minor cut that could be fixed with a band-aid. My legs had felt fine. Everything was still intact. No limb was missing, and as I stood up, I walked away. 

Why was I in the middle of the street? What the heck happened? Up till now, I didn't know what I was doing, but in the distance, I heard a loud noise, that ringed in my ears as I was walking even farther away from where I was lying. 

"Wait!" The voice said. I wasn't going to listen to a stranger, so I decided to keep walking home. Maybe it was a pedophile. Maybe if I walked a bit faster. 

But my legs denied to listen to what I wanted to do, so I ended up falling onto the ground again, this time legs numb, not wanting to move. I tried to wiggle myself out of there, in which then the shadow figure hovered above my weak body. 

"Is this yours?" He asked. 

I looked up at the stars again, but it was not the sky. It was his eyes that shined really bright against the darkness of the sky that lit up. The corner of his lips turned up, growing into a full blown smile that made my heart pound faster. I stared into each detail of this unknown stranger; his strong jaw line, his collar bone that lined his loose tank, and his shoulders that broadened as he crouched down closer.  

And closer.

Every line and depth of the muscle in his shoulders were showing beautifully, it was almost too perfect.

"Are you okay?" The boy said.

"Oh yeah -- I'm good. Real good." I said. I was not even okay at the time being. 

He smiled in reassurance. It was comforting and inviting. At least he wasn't being a dirt bag. He offered his hand, in which I realized I was still on the ground. I glad fully took his offer, and he pulled me up almost without effort, yet still in the most gentle way as if I were fragile. 

After getting up, he didn't let go of my hand. I looked at him, and he looked at me making the most intense gaze I had ever seen a pretty boy give. He smiled, stifling a laugh through his teeth as he shook my hand. I smiled nervously, and hopefully under the dim light of the street lamp post he didn't see that I was blushing. He was gorgeous, and I was just. Me. 

"I love this album. Ever since it came out, I've been replaying it over and over again." He says, gazing at the album.

I stare at the dark cover with white font written, "Helios." I try to get a closer look without trying to go near him and faint. In the corner of my eyes I could feel his gaze. He can see that I'm struggling, and decides to put the album in my hands. As he tries to catch my stare, he snitches the album back from me, and runs forward. 

There was a sense of recognition when the album was in my hand, and now with its absence, I chased him for it. I needed to know if this was mine. I ran faster and faster, knowing I would trip at some point, which I had not thankfully. There he was, sitting on a rock of a small little pathway that had encircled a small patch of greenery in the park. 

I walked down the hill, taking each step carefully. The sky was lit with millions of lights, enough to see that his eyes were just heavenly against the beautiful night. I bit my lip nervously, and stared at him. I extended my hand, and he looked at the album intently. 

"Please." I said. 

Those orbs of his looked into mine, and I couldn't help but look back. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, as I looked away. That couldn't have gotten anymore awkward. I had finally grasped the album in my hand, trying to place it in different positions. As soon as I tucked it by my side, I knew. My smile had grown wider. 

This was the album I had just bought at the store earlier before I had fallen for something. I had definitely must have had a very hard fall, I couldn't remember that I had bought this album. He looked up at me, biting his lip. 

"I still want that album." He said, rubbing his eyes. He mumbled something else, but I wasn't listening. 

I jump up and down in excitement, and he stares at me, smirking. I smile even wider. 

"This is my album!" I screamed. 

"And I think you are beautiful." He says. 

I stop jumping. I'm no longer jumping, but my heart is. He's still looking at me. What do I do? I don't know his name, so I chanced it. 

I extended my hand and made a proper greeting. 

"Hello, I'm a professional klutz, love The Fray, and wish to get to know you better." I smile as wide as I could, and hope for the best. 

He extended his hand, and held it for a bit longer than I thought. Our gaze never broke this time. He smiled brightly, and brought my hand to his side. 

"I want to get to know you too." He says, nudging me on my side as we start to walk.

Why not.