Let The Fever Play

As he entered the room, he glanced at all the vague faces of his past, knowing though, yet still denying as much as he could, that he was visually searching for one person in particular. The girl from his past; the girl from his past that he could never put into a specific category. Was she a friend, enemy, a mere acquaintance, or was she much more? He could never tell, he still couldn’t after all this time.  As he ventured farther into the room, he felt his ears perk slightly to a rather familiar sound of his past. He hesitated for a moment, and then turned to the side of the room that recognizable reverberation that escaped from. He stopped abruptly when he had caught sight of what he had been scanning the room for.

At the shift of his body to the voice, he finally saw what he had been searching for all night.  He now stared at the body of the girl that had riddled his thoughts so much as a child.  He was oblivious to anything else around him; he simply attune his senses to her body and the light laughter emanating in short spurts from her mouth.  Her long, sweeping chocolate hair was how he had remembered, only slightly shorter than before, as it used to reach its end to the curve of her back, now it had been cropped to hang a little below her shoulders.  Then he remembered her eyes.  They were brown, yes, but they weren’t an ordinary shade of brown; they had delicate rings of honey brown encompassed by copper pools.  Her eyes had to be the single most aspect of her physicality that fascinated him, they told a story like no other set of eyes could; when she looked at him her eyes seemed to pierce through his exterior and exactly into the inner depths of his thoughts.  No one else had ever had that control over him as she did, and it was all because of those eyes, her eyes.

While he continued to rummage through his thoughts, he soon became entranced by the reminiscent thoughts of her, he hadn’t realized that he had been staring at her the whole duration of this time.  She had however.  As she listened to the chitchat of another attendant of the event she had caught sight of a lithe yet muscular man, who at first appeared unknown to her but yet still gave her a sense of déjà vu.  She glanced at him once, then acknowledged the presence of the story teller before her and turned her attention to him once more.   Her thoughts were still riddled by the sight of the blonde- haired man with the accompanying sky blue eyes nevertheless, and she couldn’t help herself to glimpsing back at the man on several instances in the length of the other man’s story.   As the man went on, the idea of the fair- haired man finally overtook her.

“And with the company’s stock fluctuating so much, I devised a plan…”

“Um… Dav…David, isn’t it?”

“Why, yes it is.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, but could you excuse me for a moment.”

“Well, but um-”

“Thank you.”

Without awaiting an sufficient reply from the man, she walked off too enthralled by gazing other man to acknowledge her rudeness in dismissing the conversationalist. At first, her pace was more urgent, but then the thought of who the man truly was slowed her down and frightened her.  She had always pondered what had occurred to the short boy that had caught her attention and become somewhat of an infatuation.  She forcefully shook the fear out of her head; all that was gone and done with; she silently promised herself she would talk to him as acquaintances, nothing more. 

 After several more steps of walking and expulsing the fear out of her mind she finally met her acquired destination.  She stood before him now purposely gazing more at his chest than at his face.   Both stood there silent from a moment, one out of fascination, the other out of inward fear.

 As a short period of stillness between the two finally dissipated, she  looked up to the man who was once the boy that invaded her thoughts at the most unexpected times; the same little boy, whom she never knew exactly how to behave while in his presence; the same boy that still had the nagging habit of interrupting her thoughts as an adult.  Then finally, she spoke.