light headed | boyxboy

veintiocho|28|vingt-huit

"if you're wondering why i look like a halloween pumpkin",

miller grins at me in an embarrassed sort of way over the counter, "it's because i'm meant to look like a halloween pumpkin"

"intriguing ", i raise an eyebrow, but i mispronounce the dumb english word. he shakes his head, shoulders shaking with laughter. miller wipes his forehead and a ruffle of lemon curls with the back of his palm. 

"would you like something to eat?"

there's a glass cabinet filled with cakes, slices and pies, all neatly decorated and lined up. the counter morphs into a breakfast bar that reaches to the right wall. photos of the city in black and white hug the walls as though they've missed them. the cafe buzzes with life after an unexpectedly sunny day. there are tables and chairs, occupied by a range of age groups. to my left, there are booths that have pink cushioning and floating wall shelves where books can be borrowed and left behind. i glance back to miller, who has turned around to the coffee and drink station.

"water is okay?", i decide, plonking myself onto one of the white stools along the breakfast bar. i watch miller smile and reach for a glass. Slender, muscular arms protrude through his long-sleeved shirt.

i might have a staring problem.

i look away when he turns back around to pour my water, pretending to be studying one of the shelves of books. 'the perks of being a wallflower' is the one that stands out to me most. it took me forever to read in english, so i read it until it made sense. it stuck with me, charlie's story, but i always thought of patrick. i wished i could hug him. 

"here you go", miller sets down my glass of water and hesitates above me.

"gracias", i acknowledge vaguely, still thinking about my favourite book. miller leans against the counter, obviously also deep in thought.

"would you tutor me for our spanish exam?", miller asks finally. 

i look up from my water, into his eyes that are no doubt equally as clear. i admit i wasn't aware we had an exam. i don't do much in spanish, because miller is in spanish. again, the staring problem.

"a week from tomorrow", he pulls out his phone to show me his emailed notification as if to prove it when i give him a look of disbelief. 

i've been thinking about seeing the principal about spanish class, mainly because i would be better off learning to pronounce 'intriguing' right.  or maybe working on my staring problem. 

"of course", i flash him a lopsided smile. sure, i can work on the staring problem if i'm tutoring him.

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IMPORTANT:

 i wrote this story in 2017 and i like to think of myself as a better writer now. the truth is, i unpublished 30 other chapters in hopes of rewriting the story better this year. i've decided to do that i would have to get rid of the whole thing and... it has come to my attention that people actually LIKE this story. and maybe it's good enough for you that my 14 year old writing doesn't need to be good enough for me as long as it makes people happy. i look forward to republishing soon,

indi <3