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kane | atalanta
My week went by rather quickly. It was just a huge mass of thoughts of Kane, studying, singing - oh, did I mention thoughts of Kane?
What Ryan said stuck with me for the entire time. In lectures I'd find myself staring blankly at a random object and remembering his words.
Blind.
What- would it be if I had a blind boyfriend?
Not that we'll be together or anything. I was just imagining.
Would I mind the person I love being blind?
I mean, I obviously wouldn't mind if I really loved them. I would love them regardless of their blindness or anything else. And it's not like I would have a choice. The heart wants what it wants.
What does my heart want? Or rather, who?
❁
I was standing near a pole, eating my hotdog, when I heard someone clear their throat.
Kane's beautiful face graced my eyes.
Kane.
I shriek and quickly jump back in shock. I fix my hair self conciously and place a hand over my fast beating heart as he simply raises his eyebrow. "Are you okay ma'am?"
"Ma'am? Is this some new trend to be calling your talent show partner, 'ma'am'?" I ask amusedly. The way he said ma'am was so cute and sweet.
Kane suddenly splutters and coughs, taking several steps back. I watch him bend over and cough violently and quickly rush over and hit his back, but not too hard to hurt.
"Are you okay?" I rubbed his back a bit after he calmed down. His face was turning a deep shade of red and I was worried if he still felt like coughing but was holding it in to not be embarrased.
"N-no. Fine." He says quietly, taking a step back and scratching his neck awkwardly.
I eye him suspiciously, "Well okay then..."
A sudden thought reminded me of what I had to talk to Kane about. "So, the talent show is next week's Friday. I think we should, you know, start practising...we've put it off for so long already."
Kane nods thoughtfully running a hand through his hair.
I love his hair.
It looks so soft.
And fluffy.
And-
Okay, stop Atalanta!
"Lan?"
Oh my god, I just zoned out on everything he just said! Why am I such an idiot?!
"Y-yes, Kane what were you- wait, what did you just call me?" Did he just give my nickname?
I see his face get ridiculously red and let out a surprised little laugh. He smothers his face in the scarf wrapped around his head, somehow saying, "It just came out."
I laugh even harder and when I calm down, I pat his shoulder as if to comfort him. "It's okay, Kane, I don't mind. Huh, Lan, that's an...interesting nickname."
"You don't like it?" He asks, sounding serious.
"No, I uh, I do, it's just quite rare that's all." I say, nodding to myself slightly.
He nods along with me and we stand in comfortable silence for a while until he speaks.
"So which song did Mr Lykos tell us to sing?"
I grin deviously at him, only to be disheartened when he doesn't grin back. Those damn tinted glasses won't let me see a thing!
"
Come with me." I mutter disappointedly.
I thought we were getting along.
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