The Fault

One

     
There was nothing I loved more than a mystery.

It was a beautiful beginning of summer day when I met mine.

He was slightly taller than me, tanned skin, green eyes, and a bright ass smile that could blind you at first glance. The moment I saw him, I knew I was in trouble.

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That day, he had been wearing a white shirt and his regular uniform of sports shorts as well. Charming and stunningly laid back, just how I liked people. I had written a note to my friend Drew whilst in my health class down the hall, and it went as follows:
"Dear friend,
           Your smile looks great on you, you should really wear it more often.
             - someone who cares"
But oh, when I saw his face, I figured he would need it more. He looked like a fucking walking rain cloud, his smile was nowhere to be found.
So I hand him the note, watch him unfold it, and watch his face instantly light up and then whip his head around looking for whoever had handed it to him.
But I was already around the corner by the time he saw me smiling at him.