Sunflower

Your first day

It was 3rd of May when you first entered the home economics class. You had grey eyes that seemed to sparkle like pearls but felt like they contained a storm inside. Your golden locks fell in waves making you look like an Athena's child. In that moment itself, I knew I won't be able to stop thinking about you. Your face was already imprinted behind my eyelids. The teacher asked you to introduce yourself and I swear, I fell. Your voice felt like silken chocolate, rich and creamy soft.

You said you moved here just recently from Wisconsin. In my mind, you were already the Donna to my Eric. I had started imagining scenarios in my mind about how we would drive around in my battered Corolla and call it a Vista Cruiser. I would bring little sandwiches for us to eat while we sat on the hood of my car listening to girl in red and watch the sun disappear below the horizon. I was so busy daydreaming that I didn't even notice when you came and sat right behind me. You smelled like vanilla and strawberries. It is safe to say that I couldn't concentrate in class that day. I saw you during lunch again that day. You had already made friends. You were sitting with a bunch of girls and boys, all eyes on you as you animatedly talked to them about something. I noticed that we shared five classes: world history, english literature, home economics, math, and gym.

It has been months (or has it been a year?) since your first day. You have a boyfriend now, one of the popular guys with conventionally good looks, while I just sat and observed you from afar. I noticed the little things about you that might have been invisible to others. I saw the way you always licked your lips while running laps in gym class, the little mole in the middle of your wrist, how your tongue always poked out in class, your love for world history and how you sprouted random facts every now and then, and you always carried a steel bottle and a hand towel because it's good for the environment. You used to pass me a smile in the hallways when you caught me looking but never spoke to me and I, well I never had the guts to approach you.

It was the 5th of july now, and suddenly, things changed; and for that, I will always be thankful to english class and Shakespeare. Our teacher, Ms Rosario, told us about our compulsory assignment which made up 50% of our grade. We were given a Shakespearean play and had to enact scenes between two given characters from it, critically analyse the scenes and the characters. She gave all of us slips with our play and character names. We had to pair up with the person who had the same slip as us. She had decided to make some same sex partners as well to emphasise how cross dressing was an essential part of his plays. My slip said "Twelfth night, scenes between Orsino and Cesario".

Everyone was getting paired when you came and sat next to me. "Hi, you're Mirasol right?", you asked. I nodded. "Omg we're partners! Hi! I'm Elaine."

This is the first time I'm writing a full fledged story and I'm a little nervous. It is also the first time that I'm writing a gay romance. Let me know what you think of it so far. I appreciate all kinds of feedback but please refrain from being rude while giving feedback. I hope you enjoy! Please vote and comment if you like it!

Love,

Gaytri