one-shots

Turquoise

His eyes were a turquoise color, the brightest eye color he'd ever seen. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he fell for him in the first place. Oh God his eyes, when they met his own, his breath hitched and his heart skipped a beat, because his body knew. It knew how hooked he already was, and after only a week? It shouldn't be possible, but it was. He knew it was.

It scared him that it didn't take him longer than that to fall for the guy with the beautiful eyes. It scared him to death, because the boy probably didn't even like him back. He wouldn't send a second glance at the boy with the dull, brown eyes. The same eyes as any other person. His eyes weren't special, so why would the turquoise eyed boy even look in his direction?

"hey."

Okay, so, perhaps he was wrong. The boy did look in his direction. But why did he stop in front of him? And why, oh why, did he open his mouth? Gosh, his voice was as beautiful as his eyes, if not even more.

"I've caught you staring at me a couple of times.."

Oh God, no..!

"And I think you're rather cute."

Now he's going to tell me how uncomfortable he is- wait.. What?

"I thought maybe you'd like to go on a date later this evening? Just for a coffee? I'd love it if you agree."

The boy looked at ease, not nervous at all. But maybe he too had clammy hands and a need to straighten out his clothes. Or maybe that was just himself. He opened his mouth, trying to answer the boys question, but no sound came. He tried again.

" y-yeah, um, yes, of course, I'd love that, uh, what time?"

he bit his lip, already feeling like he had messed up. That did not go as planned.. He looked up quickly when the boy laughed, pulling a hand through his gorgeous hair- everything about him seemed to be perfect.

" thank God, I thought you would say no. Let's say, Stacie's, down the street? 5pm?"

He found himself nodding before the boy had finished speaking, and the perfect boy in front of him chuckled. He then gave a small wave and a quick 'see you then', before walking down the hall, letting the dull boy stand alone, in a crowd of other students, hands clutched tightly to his side as he forgot to breathe for a moment.

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He arrived half an hour earlier than intended, but he couldn't sit at home any longer. He stared at the door, and moved towards it. He bit his lip, about to grab for the door handle, when he changed his mind. Half an hour- now 29 minutes, that was way too early to show up. He turned around and walked down the busy street instead. People everywhere, passing by him. Some with phones to their ears, some with friends, some alone. Some short, some tall, some with long coats, some with no jackets at all. Some of them wore loud and bright colors, some wore all black. While he, he walked in his own, happy, yet nervous bubble, a smile in his eyes if you looked close enough. His eyes full of happy ess soon turned to dread as he looked down. 1 minute. He took the same route back, but now, all the people became one with one another, he could barely see them as he ran. Uttering apology after apology as hid feet moved faster than ever. The turquoise eyed boy, what if he was waiting? What if he too had come too early, and was now checking his phone every other second, wondering where he was? He stormed through the door, trying not to make too much of a scene as he looked around. No turquoise eyed boy. He looked down at his worn out, dull wristwatch. It was only 5 minutes past.

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His green tea was getting cold. He looked down at his wristwatch for the millionth time, sighing softly. He should have been here half an hour ago.. Perhaps he just got stuck in traffic? Maybe he fell asleep? Or it could be that he had gotten sick, he didn't have his phone number after all. He sighed and took a sip of his tea, looking out of the window. No, he'd arrive soon, he wouldn't just let him sit here, waiting. He took another sip. The tea was still a bit warm at least.

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He stared out into nothing. His teacup was half empty, now completely cold. It had been two hours. Two hours, waiting for someone who clearly wouldn't show up. He looked down at his wristwatch, then out the window once more. He felt cold. He felt numb and cold to the bone, and he just wanted to go home, wrap himself up in a blanket and stare out into the night sky. But for some reason, he couldn't get himself to get up and leave. He stared down into the half empty teacup, wishing for something else. Something better.

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He shouldn't be surprised that the beautiful boy with the turquoise eyes hadn't shown up. After all, that boy was perfect. That boy was everything that he was not. The boy with the dull brown eyes, dull brown hair, and a stupid, dull wristwatch. He was dull. And that boy was bright. He had been told to leave half an hour ago, when they were closing. That had been four hours after he came into Stacie's, eyes full of life, afraid he had been late. He snorted, like it was something funny about it. He took a longer route to his home, walking past all kinds of different people. But he didn't see them, even though he wasn't walking faster than a snail. He was stuck in his own, dull bubble, eyes void of life, as he dragged himself closer and closer to home. His eyes were a turquoise color, the brightest eye color he'd ever seen. He hated turquoise.