Beautiful Boy

five

A few weeks had gone by, with the same usual routine.

Homework guy pestering me for my homework.

My friends talking about love and all that.

Studying.

Doing chores.

Going to my part time job.

I let out a sigh.

This was so fucking boring.

I'd usually study after cleaning but something just told me to go take a walk.

I don't know why.

Don't people get these urges to just go do something?

I just felt like taking a walk instead of studying.

And so, I did just that.

I shut the door behind me, locking it securely, and walked under the evening sky with a pair of earplugs as my companion.

That day was nice.

A sunset, glowing in orange, blended with shades of yellow and red.

The breeze just slightly grazing my face, as if it were urging, no, pushing me to the right direction.

I walked straight ahead, with no second thought.

I mean, I knew this street.

This place was absolutely beautiful. There weren't much cars here, and the birds the chirping of the birds were calming.

Not that I could completely hear them with earplugs on, but hey, you get the idea.

I kept humming to myself, smiling along with the tunes of the song, tapping my feet on the ground to match the beat.

It was embarassing when I think back on it.

Who'd do that in public anyway?

But I couldn't help it.

I was a kid, just a little lonely, and a little excited about what was around me.

I was too excited, I should say.

Because I had no idea what was going to happen next.

"What song is that?"

I stopped humming along, getting surprised by the sudden disturbance.

So fucking embarassing.

I was already embarassed with my weirdass dance moves, but when I saw who I did it in front of, I felt myself dying on the inside.

I widened my eyes.

It was that handsome guy.

The new student.

Right next to me.

Looking at me expectantly to answer is question.

I felt my heart pounding, after suddenly being taken aback.

How long had he been standing there?

"Hello? What song is that?" he asked me, just grinning.

"O-Oh. Um, this is the song," I responded, just cleaning my earplug with a tissue in my pocket, and just casually put it in his ear.

Now I can assure you-

This tissue was clean.

Don't worry.

The boy was obviously surprised. I just randomly put my earplug in his ear.

Wait.

I just randomly put my earplug in his ear.

I widened my eyes, realising the horror of what I had just done.

What the fuck.

The guy didn't seem to mind, but it still bothered me.

Why was I such a dumbass?

He removed my earplug from his ear, nodding in recognition.

"It's that song right?"

I snapped out of my reverie.

"Huh? Y-yeah, yeah. It's that song."

"Ah, no wonder it sounded so familiar. What's your name, by the way? I've seen you in my class, but never really got the chance to ask you."

Ask me?

Was he wanting to know my name then?

I introduced myself, getting all flustered.

He just chuckled in response, introducing himself back, even though I already knew his name.

"Is it okay if I walk with you? I want to know this area well, since my aunt lives nearby," he asked me cautiously, like he was waiting for something.

No, it'd be more accurate to say that he looked eager or excited.

"Huh? Sure, of course you can," I blabbered, my mouth feeling like mush.

I removed my earplugs and shoved them gently in my pocket so the cushions wouldn't fall down.

Those cushions were really fucking annoying.

Walking next to him was. . . .

Awkward, to say the least.

We both didn't really know what to say to each other.

I figured, for once, I should make an attempt to converse.

"Where are you from?" I asked him, averting my eyes.

Anything but eye contact.

"Oh? I'm from that town, the one that's a few kilometres away. How about you?" he asked me, and then quickly flushed in embarassment, "never mind, that was a stupid question."

I blinked a few times, not really knowing what to say, and before I knew it, I was just laughing.

Just really laughing.

He averted his gaze out if embarassment, telling me not to laugh, but I couldn't help it.

"I'm from this town," I replied, easing my breaths and wiping my tears, "I've always stayed here."

"Ah okay," he said breathlessly, looking flushed, "do you know any pretty spots then?"

I raised my eyebrow questioningly.

"Is it for selfies?"

"Ah, you got me."

I started grinning stupidly.

It still felt awkward around him.

I mean, this was our first time talking properly.

Before it was just a gaze or a stare, mostly from my side.

But I never imagined that I'd be able to talk to him this freely.

Of course, I was blushing still, and had this awkward smile on my face because of the embarassment.

And yet somehow, my heart was beating.

Really loudly.

Like real loud.

I glanced at him, the mister so called confident.

I've seen him in class.

He'd openly talk to everyone, boys and girls alike. He wasn't awkward and he wasn't shy. He was the perfect social butterfly.

I wasn't bad at socialising, but he was really good.

So seeing him this awkward, for some reason, just made me feel like he was showing this different side I had never seen before.

Maybe I was going too fast, just jumping into conclusions.

Maybe my imagination was getting the better of me.

But this feeling. . .

I really liked it.

I really really did.