B. Loski's Point of View
[ A/N: I CHANGED LEILANI'S NAME TO NAOMI. SORRY IF I CONFUSED YOU."
"Bryce, would you hand me a soda?" Jacob asked me, I nodded as I grabbed a soda and handed it to him. Garret spoke up, "Bryce, uh- would you mind?" He motioned towards a soda.
I grabbed another and handed it to him. Sarah let out a little giggle, "Can I get one too?" I nodded once more before handing one to her and to her friend Taylor, so I wouldn't have to keep moving to get everyone drinks.
I laid my back against the couch as we all watched the show. I wasn't actually watching, I didn't even know what was on. I was lost in my thoughts. Not that I had many, just one in particular. The thought of Naomi.
Why am I feeling so weird around her lately? I've always just brushed it off, but now I can't seem to shake this undeniable feeling. I don't know what it is, or how to even describe it, but there's no way of hiding it.
I was pulled out my thoughts when Sarah sat next to me. As she sat down, her blonde hair bounced off her shoulders. She adjusted her dress before looking over and smiling towards me. I smiled back in a friendly matter, but she took it wrong and scooted closer to me.
"So, are you thinking of trying out for the football team?" Sarah asked me. I looked over at her, why did it matter? Why did it matter if I was going to tryout for the football team? Who gives a shit? It's meaningless. I want someone to talk to me about things that mean something. I want them to give a damn about something more than just what number I hope to get on my jersey.
That's what Naomi does anyways, she couldn't give a shit about football. She cares about real life situations, ones that matter. She cares about my opinions and my stupid theories. I nodded in agreement as I halted my thoughts, "Uh- Yeah. I guess I will tryout for football when school starts back up."
Sarah nodded as she smiled, a fake smile, like she wasn't even listening to me. When I ramble on and on to Naomi, I can tell she's listening. She looks at me intently, nodding every once in a while, her lips curving upwards as I continue to go on and for what seems like ages.
"Are you excited for school?" Sarah asked, it was odd how the look on her face did suggest she was interested but I knew she didn't give a shit. I shrugged, "I don't know. It's school, it's whatever I guess."
She giggled a little bit at my response before lightly placing her hand on my arm, "Brycie! Don't you know that you're going to be hanging out with me and Tay and Garret and Jacob? We'll be the group everyone wants to join. You'll love the attention." She let out another forced laugh, "I know I do."
I let out a forced laugh, "Uhm- would you excuse me? I have to go to the bathroom." I said as I stood, sounding as polite as possible. She nodded, "Yeah of course! I'll be waiting right here for you!"
I smiled as I walked up the steps, of Jacob's basement and into the main living area. I walked over to Jacob's house phone in the kitchen and dialed one of the two numbers I knew my heart.
"Hanson residence." Naomi's mother answered the call, "May I ask who's calling?"
I cleared my throat, "Hey Miss Hanson. It's Bryce, I was wondering if you could put Naomi on?" Her mother let out a light chuckle, "Well of course. I'll get her right now."
The like went silent for a minute before Naomi's voice rang throughout the phone, "Hey, it's Naomi. Who's calling?"
"It's Bryce." I said with a nervous laugh. Naomi laughed a little, "Well hello Bryce. What are you calling me for?"
I let out a chuckle as I pushed he phone closer to my mouth so I could talk quietly, "I'm at Jacobs house and Sarah is totally coming on to me."
"Ooh lucky you. Go get her tiger." Naomi said, sarcasm lacing her voice. I scoffed, "No. It's definitely not like that. I don't like her." I stated, trying to convince her that I didn't. Because I don't like her. And I don't want Naomi to think I like her.
I mean, what's wrong with that? She's my friend and I just want her to know what I'm thinking. Right?
"Okay Bryce. I believe you." Naomi's lovable laugh filled my ears, a smile grew on my face. I wish I was with her, so I could just wrap her in my arms and never let her go. And talk to her about shit that matters. She actually cares. She cares about me, about what I'm think and what I feel.
That's what makes her different from all these girls who are only concerned with how they look. They curl their hair and wear uncomfortable clothes just to impress guys. Not that that's wrong, but because they don't do it because they like it. They do it because they think guys like it. They have no personal opinion.
But Naomi, Jesus, she absolutely is her own person. She's smart, caring, independent, sarcastic, sassy and she's beautiful. God, she's beautiful. So effortlessly beautiful, she doesn't even have to try. And she doesn't even know it either. The way that when her plump lips curl up into a smile, my heart flutters. Or the way that she runs her hair through her soft brown hair in such a way that it drives me insane. Or how when her brown eyes meet mine, my heart pounds so hard in my chest that I wouldn't be surprised if she could hear it. She doesn't know how beautiful she is and how she makes me feel.
I just want to yell, Naomi. I want you! Nobody else! You! Only you! It's only ever been you!
I brought myself out of my thoughts again, I had a tendency to get distracted by my thoughts of her, "Okay. Well, I'll see you later. Yeah?"
"I look forward to it." Naomi said sweetly, making my heart flutter a little. I chuckled, "Okay. Bye." I hung up the phone.
I wish I could just walk out of this house and just run to her. And just stay there with her. With her in my arms and listening to her theories. I just want her here, with me, forever. Is that too much to ask?
