I was sitting in my favorite spot of the library, trying to read, when I first saw him. Or well, first saw him outside of school.
He was, as you might have already assumed, also at the library, playing with two little girls. That was the first time I've ever seen him smile.
I know, I know, it sounds completely idiotic, but I kind of fell head over heels for him that day. I still didn't know how or why, but I could actually feel my heart beating faster. I couldn't concentrate on the book at all, especially after hearing him laugh.
I kept coming to that spot in the library almost every day after that, hoping to see him.
Sometimes he came with the little girls, sometimes he came alone. Quite a lot of the time I only sat there with a book until they closed without seeing him. At least the first couple of weeks.
Sometimes when he was there we would make eye contact. But it usually didn't last longer then a couple of seconds, because one of us would look away, blushing. He's actually even cuter when he's blushing.
Weeks went by like that, and then he was almost always there to. We started by exchanging small smiles. Sometimes he even waved at me when he came there before me, or when he left earlier then I did.
The afternoons spent at the library were becoming the best parts of my day. So much so that once when I was sick I considered going anyway. But it didn't take long before I realized that I felt like crap and didn't want anyone, especially him, to see me like that.
After some more weeks we actually had a conversation. He asked me about the book I was reading and then sat in a chair opposite to me reading his book.
That day I couldn't get through more than one chapter. Because it was so hard to tear my gaze away from him, plus that he moves his feet a lot when he reads, and so do I.
Every time our feet touched under the table I could feel my whole leg tingling, and my ability to breath was completely gone for a while.
The next day he once again sat opposite of me, and we repeated the other day, and so we did every day that entire week.
My friends were starting to question my sudden love of being at the library. I've always loved books, but before this it was rare to see me sitting in the library. I almost always brought the books home, but now I seemed to live at the library.
Although my friends kept asking about it I kept waving it of dismissively. I didn't feel like sharing my moments with him with anyone else, somehow they felt private. Like something between only us.
The next week we had an actual conversation. During it he made me laugh until it turned into a very loud, very unattractive snort. It's a thing at which I'm still even more embarrassed than I should be. I mean, who wouldn't get so embarrassed that they want to run when they make a sound like that infront of the guy they like? Whoever that person is, I want to meet him or her and ask about the secret.
But he started laughing with me. He laughed even more when he noticed the dark red shade on my cheeks, telling me it was cute.
It was like one of those moments out of a movie, where they always sit together in the library. The one where they can't shut up, so the librarian comes and hushes them. Except the part with the grumpy librarian. Because there's usually not too many people in the library and the librarian is actually cool. She doesn't feel the need to go around hushing everyone. Why should you have to stop speaking completely as soon as you're around books? It doesn't quite make sense to me
