observe | g.d

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Her P.O.V

"Hey, haven't we met before?" He asked.

"No?"

Yes, I lied.

Only because I didn't want him to remember me as the girl he kept seeing, who tends to stare a little too much.

I'd rather re-invent myself later when I finally grow a pair and get the courage to ask him out. I feel like the chances of him saying yes are very slim, but it's worth a try, even if it means it'll break my heart in the end.

"Oh," he simply said, as he looked down at the ground and thought.

"I could've sworn I saw you at my twin brothers party, we talked for a bit...but then again I was drunk." He chuckled.

"Maybe I just couldn't see straight...you sure you're not her?"

He has a twin brother? Does it get any better than this?

"Umm..no, it wasn't me. Party's aren't really my thing,"

He nodded, "Sorry to bother you."

I didn't reply, not even with a shrug.

In my head I was thinking, please bother me, but I didn't want to come off that way, considering he thinks we literally just met.

Eventually, after the awkward silence...the bus finally arrived.

I got on, giving the driver my token.

I heard Grayson following behind, I took a seat in one of the many free window seats.

He sat the little boy down first, before taking a seat beside him. Making sure to still hold onto him, considering bus rides can be pretty bumpy, and he's very little, not very stable.

I kept my focus towards the window, 'looking' outside. When really, I couldn't stop thinking about my facial expressions. From the corner of my eye I could tell he was staring at me, I don't know why, but it just made me insecure about every little thing.

Was I wearing my shirt backwards? Is there something on my face? Did I forget to brush my hair..?

The list goes on, but we'd be here forever. And I don't have forever.

I gulped, and tucked my hair behind my ear.

He was still looking.

And to think, I was the one afraid he'd think me staring at him was weird.

The bus came to a stop, I looked up to see it was a requested stop...great.

If I get fired for being late a third time in a row, I really have no other options, I'm screwed.

I'm twenty one years old, and since high school I decided not to go back to school.

I've thought about art schools, but I decided not to enrol. They can feel so strict and competitive, it would just make art feel like a negative chore to me.

But I still love art, and want my career to have something to do with it, hence why I work at an art store as my alternative.

I took a deep breath, and laid my head back against the seat. And yes, he was still staring.

At this point I was trying to make up other possibilities, maybe he was looking out the window?

But then again, that wouldn't make sense. Because I could feel his eyes staring into my soul, I didn't even need to look to make sure.

I knew I might regret this, but I slowly turned my head to look at him.

"Hey," he softly smiled.

"Hey.." I replied, quite confused.

"Nice sketchbook." He pointed out.

I peered down to my stomach, where I tightly gripped my sketchbook against my stomach.

The cover was a collage of my drawings, all tiny ones that you'd really have to take a good look at, if you wanted to see them all. Now it makes sense as to why he was staring...it wasn't at me, necessarily.

"Oh..thank you," I blushed, setting it down on my lap.

"Where you headed? If you don't mind me asking, just trying to make small talk." He laughed.

I nodded, slightly smiling.

"Work, actually."

"Oh, what do you do? I mean I kind of have an idea...but?"

I chuckled,
"I work at an art store, nothing exciting, I know."

He scoffed,
"Are you kidding? Have you taken a good look at your sketchbook? Cause I have, and you're insanely talented."

I blushed, looking down at the cover. Coated with everything you could think of.

"Thank you, Grayson."

He gave me a puzzled look.

"How do you know my name?"

"Wha-I-I.."

All of a sudden, instead of replying with actual words, he just started making a repetitive beeping noise.
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*beep beep*

*beep beep*

*beep beep*

I groaned, rolling over and slapping my alarm clock what felt like a thousand times, I really need to replace this one. Eventually.

I slowly sat up, and tried rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes.

I sighed out of pure agony, as I laid my head back against the head board.

I really didn't want to go into work today, and besides, what the hell was that dream?

I could've sworn for a minute it actually felt real, vivid dreams are a blessing and a curse, because for a second I got to feeling like he actually found me interesting.

And now I'm back to reality.