pure (h.s.)

nine

I stared into his penetrating green eyes, until they became familiar. I studied his features. His hair was curly and fell right beneath his ears. His lips were plump and were a perfect shade of pink. He had numerous tattoos on his body, but they suited him perfectly. He was so much taller than me, considering i'm only 5'4. He is so attractive.

One thing was running through my mind as I stared at him:

I needed answers.

"Who are you?" I asked sternly.

He didn't say anything. Instead he kept on staring at me, like I had said nothing at all.

"Why do I keep seeing you everywhere?" I asked.

Nothing came out of those perfect lips once more.

"Look. I need you to talk to me right now. I haven't been following you for a week for nothing! I'm going to ask again, who the hell are you?" I asked suddenly gaining an abundance of confidence.

He opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out. After a few moments, I heard him speak his very first words.

"I-I saw you go into m-my room," he said nervously.

I immediately noticed that he was British. Was everyone at this party from the United Kingdom?

"At the party last week?" I asked.

"Y-yeah. Well, it used to be my room," he said.

"Why have I been seeing you so much lately?" My curiosity asked.

He hesitated before responding to my question. "I didn't know who went into m-my room that night. So after you came out, I bumped into you. I tried to make it seem accidental. The moment I-I looked at you, I needed to know more about you, and why y-you were in my room," he stuttered.

"So that's why you followed me around?"

"No, I did not intend to follow you around. You kind of just appeared wherever I-I was," he reassured me.

"You said that the room I went into isn't your room anymore. Why?" I asked. My curiosity taking over me once more.

"P-personal reasons," he said, putting his walls up.

"Sorry, I have those too."

"What were you doing in my room that night? I've been meaning to ask you," he said. This is the first sentence he has said without stuttering.

"I wasn't having a great time at the party, so I guess I just found myself going into your room. I'm sorry if I-"

"It's fine. I was just wondering," he cut me off.

I took a couple steps towards him. We were now a couple feet apart. I looked into his green eyes once more. My brown eyes felt boring compared to his.

My connection to this boy was stronger than words can explain now that I am looking at him closely. Somehow I know that the feeling is mutual.

The next thing I did caught me off guard and kind of scared me a little bit.

I hugged him.

I don't know why I did it, I just did.

It took a second for both of our minds to process what is going on. He wrapped his arms around me, as I tried to savor the moment. He stayed like this, until I broke the hug.

"S-sorry, I just-"

"I know," he cut me off again.

I tried to break the tension in the room with another question.