Brandon

Her skin was as soft like cream; her eyes were as blue as a cloudless sky after a rainstorm; her lips were as red as a rose; her hair was as blonde as hay, but soft and always in a new hairstyle every day; and her clothes never had any spots, or wrinkles. Brandon had admired and loved her from the first time he saw her. She was walking with her friends in the mall, laughing and playing around; he was busy reading a fiction book he had just bought from the store he sat in front of. He was just getting to the most meaningful point of the story, when she suddenly fell into his lap. The book fell on the ground, and she tried to get up, but failed, for she was laughing too hard. She kept trying to say that she was sorry, but he wasn’t mad at all. Her beauty and kindness was enough to forgive her, even before she asked. Eventually, she got up off the ground and grabbed his book for him, and handed it to him. He took it, and meant to say “thank you”, but it came out as “Uh… uh… thank…uh…” she simply smiled and said, “You’re welcome!” as her friends came up behind her. There was a boy that was a little taller than the girl and himself, and the boy began to act very jealous. He was obviously her boyfriend. They walked off, but one of the girls stayed behind for a bit. She starred at him in disgust then simply told Brandon “Don’t try to flatter Crystal, boy! She’s with John, my brother.” And she dashed off, acting as if she was never near him.

Crystal

Crystal was writing down her algebra notes in Algebra class, of course, when she suddenly noticed that she had the feeling that someone was staring at her from behind. She turned around, acting like she was looking at the clock, and she got a glance at who was starring. He had pale white skin, pitch black hair, and glasses. She went back to writing her notes about the exponents in something. She didn’t really pay attention; she knew the way to solve for ‘y’ in an algebraic expression already. She remembered him from somewhere, she just couldn’t recall where.

As the bell rang, she packed her books while chatting with her best friend, Lizzie, short for Elizabeth. They only had Algebra class together, so that was the only time they got to chat. They were walking towards the gym, which Crystal had to go there, but Lizzie’s next class was English, and that room was a little further than the gym. Crystal waved goodbye to Lizzie, and headed to the girls’ locker room. She stuffed her book bag and her purse into the locker, pulled her P.E. sweatpants, shirt, and her school sweatshirt. It was 42 degrees Fahrenheit outside, but knowing her coach, they would have to run 5 miles anyways.

They were warming up when she noticed that that same boy was in this class with her too. She made a mental note if she ever ran into him, that she would mention it. The coach suddenly blew his whistle in two short toots, which meant to start running. She began running, and noticed that Brandon was last. She knew his name now, since his name was on his shirt. She could tell that he wasn’t much of an athlete, because he read tons of books, and he wasn’t exactly keeping up with the rest of them. She couldn’t believe that she had never noticed it before. She began slowing down, to try to act like she wasn’t able to keep up today, so she could talk to him, but right as he was approaching her, the coach called him out to go sit on the bench. She was a little upset that she couldn’t talk to him, but it wasn’t soon that the coach also called her. She turned and ran toward the coach. “Yes sir?”

“How come you are not in the front of the class, like you usually are?” he asked, obviously knowing that something was up.

“I guess I’m just tired sir.” She said bluntly.

“Well, you need to get more sleep then. Go sit on the bench with … uh…”

“Brandon?” she asked.

“Yeah, that’s it, Brandon, the boy that couldn’t run for money.”

“Yes sir.” She said, turned and jogged toward the bench, rolling her eyes. The coach could never remember anyone’s name, and the really funny thing was that all of their P.E. shirts had their names on it.

“Hi.” She said as she sat down next to him.

“Hi.” He said really low, and shy. She found it a little cute.

“So, how come you’re not running?” she asked, hoping he wouldn’t say a short, to the point answer.

“I never run much. I’ve never been the running type.” He answered to the point, but at least it wasn’t as short as she usually gets from shy guys.

“Well, I am just too tired. I guess the mid-term exams coming up are wearing me out, studying and all. Ha-ha.” She laughed, hoping he would too.

“Ha. Yeah, these mid-term exams are going to be hard. Can you believe that Mrs. Leblanc is giving us a 200 question exam on different careers?” he asked, which she was excited that he was continuing the conversation; she HATED awkward moments, when nobody is talking.

“I know! It is ridiculous, but, sorry; I didn’t realize that we had that class together too. Wow. I guess since I usually sit in the front with Lizzie, I don’t notice everyone else in the class.”

“Yeah, I’m in all of your classes except third hour. I’m taking band that hour. I’m not sure what you take then.” He said and he obviously didn’t like her saying that, she could see he was -maybe- a little upset.

“Oh! Ha-ha, I have English.” She said.

The coach blew his whistle, and they went to get dressed. She was very pleased with herself, that she was able to keep him up in the conversation, but was a little confused at why he was a little upset that she didn’t notice him in mostly all her classes. She didn’t really pay attention to much of anyone, she was mostly concerned about herself, and her grades, and her best friends of course!