PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

xvi. those eyes

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

"You named your red scooter Felisha?" The ludicrous tone behind Harry's question couldn't even be missed. He looks at Charlie like she's grown a second head on her shoulder, but she only shrugs.

"Boys can name their cars --they even treat them like their baby--, then why can't I give my scooter one?" She tells him, proving her point as she looks at the side of Harry's face.

"Fair enough." Harry nods along, pursing his lips. "Why Felisha, though?"

"Oh I don't know," She sighs melodramatically and heaves her shoulders before looking down at her lap. "I just so happen to have a wicked babysitter named Felisha when I was eight. I hated her since the day she forced me to massage her stinky feet."

Harry burst out in laughter at that and the blonde girl joins in.

"So, I figured I'd get back to her by naming the scooter after her." She continues. "Wrong choice though, because I love Felisha -- the scooter. And I can't even say that often to her without the flashback of my babysitter's horrific feet right before my eyes. God, it was so traumatic." She scrunches her face in pure disgust and Harry laughs, yet again.

Charlie decided that he loves the sound of his light-hearted laughter. It sounds too genuine, almost child-like. It's rare coming from a grown man like Harry. She reckons it's not seldom that he laughs and she feels accomplished to be able to make him do just that.

"I like it when you laugh, Aiden." She couldn't stop herself from saying. Before she even realizes what she said, Harry is already looking at her with an endearing smile painted on his lips.

"It's not often that I do. It's not often that people make me laugh." Harry confesses sincerely, his eyes boring straight through Charlie's blue ones. "Thanks, Charlie. A lot." He tells her and mean it.

Charlie smiles down in front of herself, not able to meet his gaze as she feels it burning the side of her face, making a slight tint of roseate color rise on her cheeks.

She likes Harry...Aiden, rather.

"You're welcome, Aiden." She says few moments later after she's able to compose herself.

Their eyes finally meet again, making Harry's heart do little somersaults inside his chest, while Charlie's butterflies inside her stomach dance around in celebration. The world stands still, the bus isn't moving, chatters in the vehicle isn't heard. It's as if they're sucked into a vacuum and they're the only pair that's existing, their hearts beating in unison.

That, until the bus horns and they're pulled out of their momentary trance as it abruptly stops at the middle of the road.

Their gaze peel away from each other, blinking away the remnants of the hypnotising effect of each other's intense stare. Harry clears her throat awkwardly as Charlie looks out the window.

"Watch where you're going, kid! You're gonna get yourself killed!" Mario bellows out of the window, his screams directed to a teenage boy who is now across the road. His relieved, yet trembling physic, evident from meters away. Mario starts the engine once again, muttering profanities to himself as he does so; fear of almost hitting someone is getting the better of him.

Charlie and Harry take the chance to glance at each other, but it ends immediately before it even started. They take the silence between them as comforting, the tension from earlier is still there, but at least it's bearable.

Charlie smiles to herself as she watches the view outside fades in a haste, caused by the speed of the bus where they're in. She closes her eyes for a moment, ruminating on the way those green eyes bore a hole into hers. They were mesmerizing. She couldn't help but smile a little bit wider at the memory.