He Looks Like An Ethan

He Looks Like An Ethan (oneshot)

Haley took two deep breaths, rubbed her hands together and closed her eyes for a few seconds. She was about to do something she never thought she would actually do. A fantasy that danced around her mind every minute; a fear that she thought was too hard to overcome. Was she really ready for this?

She started thinking about unicorns, puppies and other silly things that made her feel good. She thought about chocolate, Panic! At the Disco, her soft pillows and her iPhone. She told herself she was fabulous and that she was an amazing person. Thoughts. Happy thoughts. 

She smiled to herself. She looked at her two best friends and smiled at them too. She was trying to summon all her confidence for this foreign act.

The three started walking through the busy ways of the farmer's market. At the end of lane, there was a small stall that sold flowers. Different kinds of flowers were there. There were red ones, purple ones, yellow ones and pink ones. Beautiful flowers they were. It was the place they were heading for. 

Behind the stall was a teenage boy with dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. He had a prominent nose and full lips. His skin flawless, impossible to belong to a guy of his age. As customers came and go his family's stall, he would smile and laugh. His smile was perfect. His body was toned and lean. He was tall too.

As Haley came closer, her breaths became quicker. Her heart was like being pounded by a madman. It was fast and strong. She was starting to forget how to breathe. But no. No. Take deep breathes, she told herself. What she was gonna do was simple. It was, indeed.

But why? So simple an act yet such a huge reaction. It was because of this said feeling that made her feel like jelly and made her feel like she just ran a mile.

Ten more metres left. Eight... Five... Three…

The girls approached the boy, smiles on their pretty faces. Haley took one last deep breath and said, “Hey!"

The teenage boy bore his eyes into hers and smiled back.

"How's it going?" he said, hands on hips.

Haley felt like fainting. Why wouldn't she? She pursed her lips excitedly, trying to think slowly. Thoughts inside her cluttered mind was zooming around in happiness. What would she reply? She might reply a stupid reply and the conversation would end.

Just act natural. Relax... relax…

"Great! Everything's going great. I actually wanted to buy some flowers for my mum. It's her birthday tonight," it was the best she could think of. It was true. She was really going to buy flowers for her mum.

"Cool, say happy birthday for her from me, okay?" he chuckled softly. He grinned and started getting some wrapper for the flowers.

"Sure," Haley sighed. She kept forgetting how to breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale... Inhale. Exhale.

The boy started wrapping a combination of amazing flowers that even I, the narrator, don't know what it is. He glanced at Haley, sparks in his eyes.

"You, uh, work here too, don't you?" he asked Haley.

"Yeah, I actually used to work both Saturday and Sundays but it was a bit too much. So I only work on Saturdays now," she replied. She squealed like a maniac inside. He actually noticed her. The heat on her cheeks was too much that she had to take a sip of water from her water bottle.

"Yeah, I see you every Saturday. I was wondering why you weren't here this morning," he smirked.

Haley inhaled deeply; as deep as you can inhale. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Poop. Poop. Poop. Courage my dear, courage. Her two best friends just stood there grinning.

 "Oh, really? I notice you too," Haley laughed nervously. She was so happy.

The boy finished wrapping the flowers and handed it to Haley. As Haley reached out to get the flowers, their hands touched. An electric current ran through her body. Was it really like this? It seemed like a movie.

Their eyes locked once more. The pair smiled at each other sweetly, eyes glittering in fascination of what just happened.

"Happy Birthday to your mum," the boy said.

"Thank you," the girl replied.

"You don't need to pay for it. Consider it as my present for you to her? Did that makes sense?" he laughed, embarrassed. "Just keep it.”

"And – " the boy reached out once more to a pot of flowers. They were long-stemmed roses. No thorns. "This is for you... from me.”

No words could be said to explain what Haley felt. She just stared and tried to absorb everything that as happening. Is this for real?

The boy extended his hand for the last time for a shake, "I'm Ethan, by the way.”

A playful smirk appeared on the girl's face; some kind of secret hidden in her eyes, "I'm Haley.”

Gosh. I'm psychic.

A/N: Haloo, readers. Thank you for reading this fantasy of mine. This was what I imagined what would happen to me if I approached my crush. So, bleehh, yeah. Some of the facts here in this story is real and about me. Especially the thing about how I thought my crush's name was Ethan.

Fine. Hah. I don't his real name. So what? ;D Thanks for reading! (**Originally written and published on Fictionpress at March 19, 2011 under username nangelique.)