If you've ever met someone that physically makes your heart flip over on it's side then you're a liar.
I'm not a fan of metaphors, I think they're shit; A bit like people really. Cynicism is one of my hobbies if you haven't noticed already, you'd be thick if you hadn't. Anyway, moving on to what I'm meant to be telling you. It's a story, it's not great but it'll do. Two things you should know:
I did not fall in love with her.
I am an inconsiderate asshole.
''You've got lovely eyes.''
''Sorry, what?''
She just stood there, looking at me. Like a lost puppy. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
''I-I said you have lovely eyes.'' She said it again but this time she stammered and her eyes went all fluttery and wide. I'd seen that face before, she felt rejected.
''Thanks.'' I then proceeded to make a quick exit before she could ask me if I: A) Wanted to go for a coffee. (I fucking hate coffee.) B) Wanted to see a movie. C) Wanted to study with her. None of which had I ever taken part in since the day I was born and I did not plan to start now.
Cassie was her name I think. I'd seen her before, walking around the college, bit plain in my opinion. I mean, she was pretty, don't get me wrong but she wasn't anything special. Brown hair, brown eyes, pale complexion, few freckles here and there. She was always dropping books whenever I walked by her, fuck knows why though, I wasn't gonna pick em' up for her. The odd thing was even after she dropped her books she always waited at least a minute before picking them up herself, lingering around, pretending she was struggling with her bag in hope that I would go over. Girls aren't usually interested in me so I should've been flattered really but I wasn't. In anyway, shape or form.
On this particular occasion she finally plucked up the courage to start a conversation with me instead of dropping stationary on the floor - I can't imagine how many pencil leds she'd broken by now. Then, out of nowhere she did the inevitable, she asked me to spend time with her. However, I did not expect her to ask this.
''Would you watch the stars with me?'' It was a disorganised mumble but I heard her. Now, I quite like the stars. I think they're very interesting. I like the way some of them flicker, tricking you into thinking they're arirplanes. They don't fool me though. I took the oppurtunity and nodded, dumbly.
''Sure, yeah. When?''
''Now.''
It was broad daylight. She was either stupid or blind and I wasn't so inclined as to ask which so instead I just followed her.
Surprisingly, she led me to her dorm room which wasn't exactly tidy. I mean, it wasn't dirty. There weren't food packets strewn all over the floor or anything. It was just untidy. There were books everywhere. They were mostly all dog-eared paper backs, presumably passed down from older family members.
''Sit down, over there.'' Cassie - for that was her name - pointed to a sunken sofa in the corner of the room that looked more worn out than the books surrounding it. I must've wrinkled my nose or done something of the sort because she then said,
''It's not lice infested, it's just old. Like an old friend, honestly, just sit down...''
''Sorry.'' I said, clumsily sinking into the tiresome sofa cushions.
Cassie then proceeded to fumble around with wires for the next 20 minutes while I sat and watched her. In those 20 minutes I think I managed to examine every aspect of her, all apart from her personality; That so far, was an empty shell. She had small freckles on her cheeks from last summer, the recent snowfall had faded them though. They made her look less plain and on closer inspection, I was wrong. Her eyes were not brown at all. They were a very, very dark green. The kind of green you'd see in a desiccating forest. She had a lovely face shape though. That's the thing I remember most about her. Her jaw line thinned in as it went down, perfectly framing the rest of her face which, even though by itself was not much to look at, was still attractive. Most of all though, the first thing most people noticed about her I suppose, was her thin frame. It was scarily thin. Almost sickly.
She turned to me and flicked a switch behind her.
Stars appeared everywhere, in her eyes, in her hair. On the walls, the ceiling, the floor. The threadbare sofa.
''I'm in love with them.'' She said.
