Lunar Eclipse

Foreign Feelings

As I and Stella started walking suddenly a black sports car... If I am not wrong its a FERARI 610 GTO. I love this car a lot. Its one of my favorite. Well I am not a die-hard fan of cars but I do love cars and I have interest toward car so more or less I keep information about cars. And guess what, who is in the driver of the car. Yes, Stephen is driving the car and beside him it was Sienna. Well talking about her, she is particularly good at three things.

*Crying for an ex and making a scene

*Cutting her hand and making a scene

* Snatching someones boyfriend and making a scene

So basically her specialty is * making a scene*

Blocking our way they just stopped exactly in front of us. Sienna with an evil grin on her face suddenly asked me I heard you have a crush on Stephen

*inner me* Words spread like a rocket

Well sienna I would rather die than having a crush on a guy whose eyes look like a sloth or maybe something weird idk but his eyes are miserable. He looks like a shithole and looks like he cant even properly open his eyes."

*inner me* Fuck his eyes are the part I love most about him. They are like drugs. I cant get over them and want to look at them more and more. The emotion in his eyes is fathoms deep, yet they carried the warmth and life of the sunlit surface. They had a thousand hues of blue and a small touch of hazel radiating in softly swooping arcs. His eyes were the ocean, so full of life yet so uncertain. The blue-green hue carried his emotional currents, and before I could breathe I was drown. But still I couldnt trace any happiness in his eyes. It was blue like a deep ocean but still something seems off like a dead ocean. There's something about a dead eye that reminds me of a machine, albeit an amazing biological contraption. All those parts working in choreographed harmony to make an image of the world and translate it to a brain that by itself would be lonely and helpless in its skull. It's just astounding. There's the delicate retina held on only by the pressure of the vitreous humor; the lens able to change shape to alter how it refracts the light rays and the iris with its unique patterns. It had been too dark to get a good look at them before, but his eyes were seriously blue. Almost sickeningly blue - full on Prince Charming, field of cornflower, perfect, cloudless sky blue. Someone should name a crayon after the guy.

Something about the eyes of the guy reminds me about that song*Like a river, like a river

Shut your mouth and run me like a river

How do you fall in love?

Harder than a bullet could hit you

How do we fall apart?

Faster than a hairpin trigger

Don't you say, don't you say it

Don't say, don't you say it

One breath, it'll just break it

So shut your mouth and run me like a river

Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver

Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?

Like a river, like a river

Shut your mouth and run me like a river

Choke this love 'til the veins start to shiver

One last breath 'til the tears start to wither

Like a river, like a river

Shut your mouth and run me like a river

Tales of an endless heart

Cursed is the fool who's willing

Can't change the way we

While looking at those eyes its quite hard to deny the fact that his eyes are amazing. Funny enough that I denied that in front of sienna and Stephen. Stephen smirked at me because he caught me while I was looking at his dark deep blue eyes. But to divert his attention I immediately started to blabber like a stupid things " wait, did I just offend the so called hottest boy?" Stephen was like "so you agree that I am the hottest guy."

*Before I could gather his words once again I am drowned in his voice. It was beautiful and amazing. I felt like I have heard this voice before. The baritone of his voice reverberating through my bones. The voice boomed across the sky. I could listen to it all day. It was a voice to sink in as it wraps anyone around him up. Yet, vibrating with power and command. It was a voice with authority as a kindly laugh shook the ground like a storm. His voice is coarse like fragmented rock in hessian sack, moving and grinding against each other, somehow it compliments his ruddy complexion and raised veins. Still something known in his voice is pricking me. It like I have heard it before. His voice kind of reminds me of the phone call.*

Again I have to come back to reality when Stella pushed me saying Alison say something whispering in my ears so that they couldnt hear. After coming bac to reality I managed to get through the point that why a fuck boy like Stephen would help yesterday. So it wasn't obviously not him.

Well by that time I already consumed his words though I am not so sure what should I say as I am not good with comebacks but all I can manage to say "Think if that pleases you ; you weirdo."He smiled at me again.

Fuck his smile is something else. Its doing weird things inside me again like his voice and eyes did before. This is a complete new feeling. I never had these foreign feelings.