Mixing Colours

Lunch

The dull LED light filled my vision, loud, middle school voices surrounding me. I sat on a bench in the cafeteria, the people to which I usually conversed with sat around me, engulfed in their own conversations. Unlike everyone else, I sat quietly, my gaze fixed on an attractive, young, hispanic boy. It seemed a glow emanated from his body, his boyish joy created light in the terrible mess that is the planet. Although we sat across from each other, it appeared as I was miles away. I was the photographer, waiting from afar as I tried to snap the perfect photograph of the most desirable animal. Trying to catch a moment and commit it to memory, for each picture holds an endless description.

The end of the lunch found me quickly, my sweet escape from school work coming to a stop. I watched as he stood up, biting my bottom lip gently in the thought of sweet possibilities. He grasped his binder quickly, and I once again watched. Pure agony engulfed me, the thought of leaving his presence, or him leaving mine. My mind jumped higher than my heart, I stood from my seat, untucking my polo from my jeans. "Jonathan, come on, I don't want to be late" I turned, looking at Leilani. She had dyed blonde hair, glasses, a beautiful body, and she was eyeing my man. "Calm down, i'm coming" he responded to her, running out of the lunch room. I watched his firm ass the whole way, and quickly felt a discomfort - although pleasant, spread through my groin.