A funny thing happened to me on my to the Library today. I saw this guy. Someone I guess you could say I knew, not really. He was beautiful. I know guys aren't supposed to be, but he was.
He had shiny gold hair, and the most glowing brown eyes I've ever seen. He had kind of an easy smile he'd give to people, but he always had this look on his face like he was thinking about something important.
I never really wanted to talk to him. I thought about him so much that I didn't want reality to crush my expectations.
So the funny thing that happened was that, he went up to me, me. And he just started talking. I mean he knew my name and everything!
"You're Danny, right?"
"Yeah, I thought I recognized you. We're in the same English class, or something."
I nodded again, and he smiled one of his easy smiles.
"Yeah, you never did talk much."
"But I remember you wrote this essay on Starbucks or something."
"Quiet places actually, but yeah I mentioned Starbucks." I squeaked.
He smiled, but not his easy smile, a genuinely pleased smile, like he was happy to hear my voice. Seeing it made my stomach flutter.
"Yeah, that's it. I remember the teacher read out loud to the class. And you talked about how people go to quiet places like Starbucks, and bookstores, to hear their thoughts, cause sometimes they don't listen to themselves."
I smiled at the memory
"But they like to quiet together. 'Cause no matter how much they wanna listen, there always looking for a way not to or something."
I nodded. "Yeah that's basically it."
He gave out a small breath of laughter that sent chills down my spine.
"You know after I heard that, I couldn't stop thinking about you."
I looked at him questioningly
"No really! I know it sounds stupid, but whenever I closed my eyes I saw your face in the back of the class room hunched over a note pad. I started thinking how you really were..."
"Were what?" I asked.
He smiled at me again, which got my stomachs flapping like a crow.
"How you really weren't who I thought you were."