♡~Garrence One Shots~♡

Heart Attack

Garroth's P.O.V
   "Hmm, no, I like the lighting in the first one better," Aphmau said after I flicked through two different photos I had taken earlier. I smiled as I deleted the one she liked least.

    "Thanks," I said. She nodded.

    "I'm going to go find Katelyn, see you tonight?" She asked. My mom had invited Sylvanna over to dinner tonight, which meant that Aphmau would be there too. I nod and bid her goodbye before she skipped off. I turned back to my camera as I flipped through a few more photos. Sure, they're nice, but not what I was looking for.

    I sigh and lift my head, looking around the hallway for any source of inspiration. A few people walk in groups along the sides of the hall, while some rush around solo. I turn my head to the right and audibly gasp. Leaning against the wall across from me, just a bit further down, is quite possibly the most attractive guy I'd ever seen. He scanned the pages of the book he currently had his nose in and his pale blue eyes seemed to sparkle in interest. His chocolate brown hair wasn't too long, but long enough to be pulled back into a tiny ponytail. His skintone was only a few shades lighter than his hair, and freckles were visible along his cheeks. I carefully observed how delicately he turned the page of the book he was reading, continuing to gaze down at the words as if in a trance.

    I'm so captivated that I nearly miss the sound of the bell signaling it was time for next period. I watch as he folds the corner of the page he left off on and shut the book before walking across the hall to the door that led to the history classroom. The door opens and he walks inside. I blink a few times before realizing that if I didn't hurry I'd be late. I shut off my camera and rush to my next class, the only thing on my mind being that boy.

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    I gazed out the window of the bus. Unfortunately, I lived a bit further away away from the school. This meant that I was one of the last students to be dropped off. I turned to look around and see how many people were still in the bus with me, the answer being not too many. Two girls sit a few rows ahead of me, but I immediately recognize the back of a certain boy's head at the front of the bus. How could I not? The image of his rather small ponytail had burned into my mind throughout the day. In his hands he held the same book from before, still equally captivated by the story it held.

    I continue to stare, watching him turn his head ever so slightly once he finished one page and went to continue reading on the other. I could hear the thin paper move as he turned pages.

    The bus comes to a stop and I watch as the two girls in front of me stand up and leave the bus. Once it starts up again, I hesitate to stand. Once I do, I quickly move up a few rows so that I'm closer to the boy. I glance up at the bus driver to check and see if he noticed, which he hasn't. I fix my gaze back on the boy. I'm able to observe his side profile after moving closer, and he still looks just as handsome as before.

    The boy seems to feel my gaze as he turns his head and makes eye contact with me. I instantly turn to look out the window, panicking at the fact that he had caught me staring. A furious blush now coats my usually pale complexion and I scold myself for not getting a tan over the summer like Aphmau had said I should've done. I glance back over at him and see that he had since shut his book and placed it in his lap. His head rests against the side of the bus and I can't help but wish it was my shoulder he was resting on.

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    Literature.

    That's what the small slip of paper I had earlier drawn from a hat in photography club said. This week's assignment was to take a random subject and put how we viewed it into a small photo collage. My first thought was to go to a library and maybe take photos of a few people reading. I turned to look to my right and saw a group of young children surrounding a man in a chair. The man held a book in both of his hands. "The Ostler and I," it read.