I'm still in that movie..

We had two classes together this semester, history and french. We sat across from each other but barely spoke. He would spend his days laughing and joking with his mates, and I would just watch from afar. He was funny, or maybe he wasn't. Maybe I was just nervously laughing when his gaze would lift and his eyes would lock into mine.

Or a short story based on the song Outdoor Pool by Maisie Peters.