A cascade of long dirty blond hair hides her face. From what I can see, her cheeks fluch bright pink. She is bent over her work and her hair falls over her eyes. She sweeps her hair back, looking up. Then she sees me and her eyes glow electric blue, brighter than Niall Horan's.
I see him looking at me. I wonder how that can happen, I am just a nerdy girl. I blush and pretend to writ once again but really I am thinking about him. His perfect light brown hair, a thouch of gel added. His tan skin, his chocolate brown eyes, He'll never give me a second look. I swirl into my fantasies, where I'm his. I blush at them and stand up, meeting his eyes again.
I see my chance. She's gazing into my horrible brown eyes. I'm looking at her perfect futures. I swallow and ask her to talk. She nods.
My skin must be as pale as Hades. My tongue is stuck in my throat. I look down, seeing his tan hands clenched tiogether, sweating.Then he asks the question that makes my heart stop. It is the question of my dreams, of my fantasies.
She freezes. I thgink she will say no for a second, but she whispers-no, breathes the opposite. It is barely audible, but the buzz of the room is quiet in my ears, Time itself pauses. I look at her hands, fingernails painted bright purple, wrists in silver bracelets. Before my courage deserts me, I reach out and take her hands.
It is the most beautiful mioment of my life. My fantasies have come true. I am his, he is mine. I have no worries, no fear. I lean close and touch my lips to his.
I am going out with the girl of my dreams
I am going out with the boy of my dreams.
