Listen: a short story

Listen (girlxgirl)

Evangeline's POV

New year. New school. Time to make some new friends. I'm very extroverted and love meeting people and talking to them. I don't take too many things to heart, I've learned people are mean and some don't care about how others feel. I try my best to be nice to everyone...though it's hard sometimes. And I know I shouldn't compare people and behaviors but switching schools so often? It's getting difficult not to.
However there is this one girl that I can't compare to anyone else. She's different. But a downside? I've never heard her voice, which I'm sure it's just as beautiful as her.

~a month after school has started~

Loren's POV

If one thing could beat my usual lunchtime routine of listening to my MP3 player, it was listening to Evangeline talk. Man could she talk! She told me about her life of moving from town to town. And how her day was. Even her love life! She was cute and energetic. I wish I could talk back, tell her how cute she was being and how much I loved her voice.
Theoretically I could tell her all that. I could write it down and show her, but I wasn't positive she was into me or girls for that matter. I think we're friends and I would hate to ruin that with feelings.

Evangeline's POV

I sat down in my now normal spot next to Loren with two lunch trays in my hand. She gave me a questioning look as I sat one down in front of her. She reached for her small notebook and grabbed her purple pen from behind her ear. In beautiful cursive letters she wrote: you didn't need to get me a tray. I'm fully capable.
I smiled "cmon just accept the disgusting food" she smiled back and picked up the plastic fork, lifting a bite of food to her soft lips. As she chewed I caught myself staring. While blushing, I looked down at my tray and began eating.

The 30 minutes of lunch dragged on, hearing myself talk about my life up until this point was boring. I wanted to know about her.
"....and now my family and I are living here" I inhaled sharply in realization "I'm not annoying you right?" I looked at Loren and her soft, smiling expression. Her shoulders shook slightly as she giggled.
"Please say something" I asked. The only response was a head shake 'no'.
"Come on please???" I begged as I had at least once a week. She shook her head again.
"Fine but I will get you to speak Loren" I decided "mark my words: you will speak to me" her chuckle made me smile and she cockily threw her head back, revealing her soft, tan neck. She brought her face back to mine showing a slight blush on her olive skin and shook her head once more. It made her light curls shake into her face for a moment. I could've kissed her. I didn't. But I wanted to. Instead I glanced at the clock
"Want me to take your tray?" I asked her politely. She asked with her expression 'are you sure?' I hastily nodded and grabbed it from her. As soon as I did the bell rang and Loren left the cafeteria. I gave a slight frown at her absence. But it was replaced with a blank expression, trying not to blow my cover.

Loren's POV

I was a great student. Always payed attention and took notes. But after lunch all I could think about was Evangeline. Such a pretty name for a beautiful girl. Everytime she begged me to speak, it took all my willpower not to give in. I wasn't comfortable telling her why I didn't talk. She must assume I don't like her. But the opposite is true. She's cute and sweet and doesn't seem to care about the looks people give her when she chooses to sit with me at lunch. She could easily sit with the most beautiful and popular girls and boys. But no.
I found it attractive that she was so determined to make me speak. It was one of the things I loved about her. Along with her dark hair, and curious hazel eyes.
She was a really outgoing girl, and it astounded me that she wanted to be friends, even if I refused to talk to her.

Evangeline's POV

I was lost in thought. I didn't pay much attention in class in the first place. Usually doodling horribly. And all I could think about was Loren's beautiful features.
Her adorable freckles that accented her nose. The eyes that one could easily drown in. Her gaze was weak and not as intense as mine, but that didn't change how lovable she was. Her dark, curly hair that was never hiding her face. It was always pulled half up. In a way she was brave and I admired her.