I looked at him wearing his flannel, not buttoned with a plain white t-shirt underneath. His hair was brown and spiked up. And he was wearing converse shoes. I wish I had the courage to ask him out, I mean whoever said boys had to make the first move?
We were in art I began to walk his direction. My feet didn't want me to move but my mind did. I was behind him now, and right when I was about to ask him if I could talk to him. My plans were messed up because he turned around and WAS holding a tray of paint. When he turned around he bumped into me getting the paint all over my white shirt and part of my jean jacket.
"Oh dang oh hey I'm sorry," He said this to me with his sincere apologies. I just stood there stunned. This was not how I planned things.
"Come here" he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the sink. He was holding my hand. Oh my gosh, he was. While he wet a paper towel I suddenly snapped back to the real world.
"Oh no, no it's ok" I said to him awkwardly starting to grab the paper towel.
"No it's fine I can do it"
"No, well you can do the jacket ok?"
"Ok" I handed him my jacket and we both started to clean them off. I stood there for a while wondering what he was thinking. I didn't know what to do, so I started to talk.
"So, how have you been?"
"Ok, I suppose."
"Anything going on this weekend?"
"Wha...You mean you weren't invited?"
"Invited where?"
"Oh my gosh, I'm gonna kill him. You mean you weren't invited to Hunter's big party?"
I stood there awkwardly. I wasn't invited to a party in ages. I wouldn't even know what to wear, what to bring.
"Uh no, I wasn't" He looked at me with pity. I knew he felt bad for me, but I didn't take it to any offense. I was generally a pretty quiet person, who reads and keeps to themselves.
"Well how about this, you can come with me to his party on Saturday. It is at his house, starts at 5:00 and ends whenever you want to go home. The parties are usually pretty wild. So for the innocent-minded like you,"
He winked at me when he said that. I turned to him as he held me my jacket. Which was now still very much covered in paint, but at least it was dry. And honestly, it didn't look that bad.
"You would enjoy the party I think" I didn't really know what to say, my crush just asked me out to a party. But what did he consider all this? A favor because he got paint on me or did he really mean something from it?
"You in, Flora?"
"Well, you say it's Saturday and," I couldn't think of any legit reason to say no. And his eyes began to do this beautiful thing. They sparkled into a darker shade of blue. And even his smile glistened a bit. It was as if he could make himself do it. Like a magic trick or something.
"Well, ok but I will need a ride there and back and I wouldn't want to bare you with me. I mean I have a motorcycle but it's in the shop. So I must actually decline your friendly offer. But thanks."
"Flora please don't decline. I can take you with me and you can come in my car. That way your parents won't have to take you. I know how mad and grumpy some parents get when you have to take their kid's places, you know?"
My eyes began to develop tears in them. He started to walk towards me he reached out to grab my hand but I just ran off.
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My Crazy Life
RomanceI loved him, the way he looked and smiled. His manners and charm. He was the cool guy that everyone loved and adored. He even did the strangest things that made him separate from everyone else, as if he was magical. As if he was a witch or something...
