I Hate Missing You

1 - Hannah

     "Hey, this might be weird, but I just think you're really attractive. I'm sorry, I just thought you'd like to know."

The words hit me like a freight train. This is what I expected when I came to the mall with my family. No one has ever called me pretty before, and hearing this from a complete stranger's mouth made the words that much more impactful. I stared at this girl, whom I had never seen before in my life, as she smiled brightly at me. She seemed oddly cheerful for a person who just declared my beauty just moments before. 

   "I'm sorry, that was really random and weird. I'm sorry." She blurted out as she began to walk away. I reached out and grabbed her arm, she couldn't just leave after that!

  "Um, thank you." I glanced over this girl again, fully taking in her features. She has blonde hair and these warm honey eyes that I could totally drown in. While I was only a little taller than her, she looked up at me with a certain kind of innocence that could only be described as childish. Her denim jacket was covered in pins and patches that was complete chaos but still looked nice at the same time. 

  "You're staring."She stated with a slightly worried voice, " Is there something on my shirt?" Shaking off my hand, the mystery woman examined her perfectly clean shirt, I chuckled. 

  "No, you're fine. You're just really pretty and wow." I told her, blushing slightly. She laughed.

  "Thank you, uh, Hot Stuff? Do you have a name or something I can call you?

   "Yeah, I'm Hannah." 

  "Hello Hannah, my name is Cecil." She stuck out her hand to shake. As I took it, she gave me a smile that could light up a room. 

 I smiled and awkwardly scratched the back of my neck. "I'm not really good at this kind of thing, but could I get your number? Here, I have a pen." I questioned, pulling out the pen I had stashed in my back pocket. She grabbed it and, without looking at me, she wrote a strand of numbers on the back of my hand. I gently took the pen out of her hand and wrote my own digits on her arm. She squinted down at her arm once I had finished. 

  "Call me sometime, okay?" She asked, looking around nervously. "My parents are coming, I gotta blast!"

After giving me finger guns, she disappears into the crowd around me. The people swirl around me in a mess of color as I look for her, but I can't find her. Giving up on my half-hearted quest I start to look for my own family. My long brown hair gets in my eyes as I see my little brother standing by a fountain. I walk over and sit beside him. He doesn't even look up from the game he is playing on his phone. I act like I am looking for my dad, but in reality, I am thinking about how soon I can text Cecil.

(First draft! Writer's advice is very helpful! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my lovely little idea!)