B. Loski's Point of View
"Okay, what color dress are you gonna wear?" I asked Naomi, turning to her. I was laying on her bed, on my chest, and glancing over at her. She was at her desk, writing something, probably doing her homework. Naomi continued writing and let out a small laugh, "Bryce, why're you so stressed it's homecoming. Not our wedding."
I sighed, "Well... because you know.. it's your first homecoming! I want it to be good okay! You deserve that much!" I explained. Naomi looked back at me and smiled. She stood up from her desk and walked towards me, sitting down on the bed. I sat up so we were at the same eye level. Naomi's eyes met mine and she smiled, "Thats sweet Bryce, but you don't need to have a heart attack over it."
"I just want it to be perfect." I spoke softly, Naomi let out a chuckle. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to stop herself from blushing. Instead, it made me blush. Holy shit, how could someone be so beautiful?
"What color tie do you want to wear?" Naomi asked. I shrugged a little, "Uhm- red?" I suggested. Naomi nodded, "I can just match my dress with your tie. You know, since you want us to match."
My smile grew a little, "Okay." I agreed. Naomi sighed, "Can I get back to my homework now?" She rhetorically asked, standing up from the bed and beginning to walk away.
I reached out and grabbed her hand, causing her to turn around, at that moment I lightly tugged on her arm, making her fall. She fell into my chest as I fell backwards, her hovering over me. My heart pounded out of my chest, my cheeks turning red, "I- I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd knock you over." I stuttered, nervously laughing.
Naomi laughed a little, "It's-uh- it's okay." She assured me, laughing a little, she stood up and I sat up at the same time as her. Naomi brushed herself off, "Okay.. I'm- I'm gonna finish my- uh- homework."
"Oh okay." I nodded, watching her walk off.
I don't know what to do. Should I go home? Should I stay? Should I tell her how I'm literally having a heart attack and running that moment through my head over and over.
I'm an idiot, how did that happen? How did I do that? Why did I do that? Am I glad I did that? I don't know. What is wrong with me. You are a such a wet-end Loski!
How did that small moment make me contemplate our whole relationship? Relationship? Friendship? Jesus, here I go again. Going on and on and on about what this is.
All I know is that small interaction made my heart beat out of my chest. God, she's so perfect. I know she hates that word, but it's true. She is so perfect. How is she not dating anyone? She's perfect. How could nobody want her?
Hell, I want her. Just look at her. Everything about her is perfect. Her personality. She's so sweet, selfless, independent, brave, caring and she's an absolute smart ass sometimes but it's kind of endearing.
The way she looks. She's so gorgeous. The light freckles on the bridge of her nose, the ones that you have to be super close to see. The way she quickly scrunches her nose. How she lifts her shaped brow up at me suspiciously. How her pink, plump lips curve upwards or how her teeth quickly sink into the bottom one when she's nervous. Her fair hair falling into her face and brushing over her tan cheeks so she had to reach up and tuck it behind her ear.
How she's so wonderfully unique in everything she does. She doesn't follow the masses. She's different, and I like it, and she doesn't care what people think. The majority of girls at our school just want to impress the guys. While Naomi, she doesn't give a shit about that. She just does, she just gets my heart racing without any effort. She doesn't need to try either.
God, she is everything. I can't believe I feel this way about someone. I see her in everything. Whenever I walk past the school library, I think of her and how many books she's checked out. Whenever I walk past any classroom I've seen her walk out of, I think of her and if she was in there now. I think of her in English when we're doing those damned vocab sheets and I see a word I've heard her say before.
I see her at the store, whenever I buy things we usually buy together when we hangout. Whenever I see clothes that remind me of hers, I think of her and the different time she's wore those outfits. Like the time I went to the mall and saw that vibrantly red t-shirt and I immediately thought of the day over summer when we sat up in our tower all day, listening to Elvis, because it reminded her of her dad.
I see her whenever the sun rises or the sun sets. Or when I look out my window and hope to see her on her bike, riding past. I see her when I pass her locker, imagining she's there and she turns to smile at me. I see her when we read Shakespeare in class. I see her in everything I do. She's everywhere.
And the thing is, I never get tired of seeing Naomi. Never get tired of seeing that beautiful smile and every single feature she has. And I won't ever get tired of seeing her either.
Never.
