HIM:
He studied his ceiling,
The pale white paint chips ingrained
In his memory.
He closed his eyes,
Letting his thoughts float away
As he lost himself to his music.
Music was his escape,
His sanctuary, enveloping him in
Comfort and serenity.
He had talked to Chloe today.
Chloe.
Her name induced thoughts of
A peaceful, dense forest,
Where the sunlight peeked through gaps in the leaves of the trees,
Giving the atmosphere a soft, comforting look.
Her eyes had widened in surprise when
He went up to her,
Her face slowly turned pink,
Then as the conversation went on,
She turned a bright shade of red.
She made him smile;
Made him feel curious enough to ask questions..
And he actually wanted to know the answers to them.
It felt good to talk to her..
It felt right.
She was great to talk to;
She always had something witty to
Retort, or a question to make you
Reevaluate whatever you thought before.
He could see a defiant fire behind
Her soft, delicate eyes;
A flame that he could tell she was just
Barely containing.
She had so much going on
In her mind;
So many layers of knowledge.
He could tell she had really opened up to him today;
She hardly ever spoke to anyone.
He stared again at the ceiling,
His eyes tingling from the imprint her
Icy blue stare.
He wanted to be with her;
To feel her energy and liveliness
Radiating from her.
He itched to hear her laugh.
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HER:
Chloe was trying to hold her pencil.
Her fingers shook like blades of grass
In the wind,
Her mind still reeling from her encounter
With Nick.
She dropped the pencil
In defeat.
She closed her eyes;
Relishing the events that had left her
Breathless and shaking.
He had shyly walked over to her locker
And pointed to her tshirt of her favorite band.
"I love Mayday Parade."
Her eyebrows crinkled in surprise;
"I haven't met a lot of people who do."
A sly smile hovered over his lips;
"Well maybe you've been looking in all the wrong places."
Her breath hitched in her throat
Then she broke into a grin.
"What's your favorite song by them??"
He flashed a grin in return before he said,
"Bruised and Scarred.. But I also have a soft spot for Terrible Things. It doesn't show love as all hugs and kisses and easy times. It shows that not everything works out the way we want it to..."
His voice had trailed off, and something showed in his deep green eyes-- worry? Fear? Disapointment? A mix of everything.
But a second later his sly, knowing smile returned.
They then walked and talked for hours, about everything and nothing, all at once.
Chloe's lips turned up into a smile;
That happened whenever she thought of
Him.
She was still consumed by the memory of
Opening up to him,
Sharing stories about her that she never
Told anyone.
She felt rapt interest and curiosity oozing
Off of Nick.
She realized she ached everyday for that
Feeling;
That feeling of being special to someone.
Of someone actually caring and
Wanting to know What she has to
Say.
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Hey! Sorry this part's not that great but it's 4 am and I just felt like updating. :)
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Thanks for reading!
~Sarah
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