• There was a shallow sigh that ran from my lips quietly as he droned on about something or another. It wasn't that I wasn't interested in what he was saying, it was the plain fact that I couldn't stay focused enough to look in the eyes. Instead my own eyes were studying his face, his lips especially. It was hardly something I did on a regular bases but ever since the dreams began I've found myself in the same stare only when he was around.

    Today was no different. I woke up, most likely groaning in protest to the alarm blaring loudly in my ear. I dressed in only the essentials, a black shirt pants and my jacket and went to school. Normal, or so I thought. It was in this moment of my out of focus daze that something struck me so hard it hurt. The pain was not physical, more of a unheard of desire. Shifting my sight directly to watch him speak I bit my lip slightly not realizing I looked like an idiot in doing so.

    His lips continued to move forming words I still could not hear. I began to look closer, they where pale but not enough to blend into his skin, no, they had a defined color to them as well. Pastel pink almost. I thought to myself for a second or two about the oddity of my intense observations, finally breaking my stare and directing it to his eyes. By now I was a little red from embarrassment because he was looking at me with a scrunch brow.

    " Are you ok? "

    The familiar tone made my hue darken and I nodded lightly.

    " Are you sick? "

    It was obvious he could tell the color changes in my face and to my dismay and disbelief ever time he spoke I grew redder and redder.

    " My god are you going to explode? "

    The butterflies that once occupied my stomach turned into heavy bricks making it almost impossible not to shake gently. His face morphed from confused to worried faster than I expected.

    " What's wrong ?"

    I peered down to my shoes not able to get the thoughts out of my head. Even if I had only known him for a short amount of time its like I grew up with him in some way. The feeling I felt around him made no sense till now. I looked up to meet his stare with a tiny smile.

    " Please don't hate me... "

    His lips began to form another question but I took hold of him with urgency and pulled him to me till we met in the middle. My mind explode right then I couldn't believe I was kissing him, though my eyes tensed and I waited for a fist to connect with the side of my head knocking me on my a** and pulling me from the odd situation all together. The seconds felt like minutes and finally I went to back away, tears in my eyes. This was a stupid idea all along, he would never return the feelings I had for him. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, even when I heard laughter quietly erupt from him.

    " A ' I really like you. ' would have sufficed. "

    Looking up my eyes streaming now, I wasn't quite grasping where he was going with this till he spoke again.

    " But I don't think that would explain it well enough as you have. "

    A smile brightened his features and with out warning he held my face to his level leaning in and brushing against me softly before capturing my lips with his.

    It was from that day on that every kiss we had melted me into a puddle and reminded me of that day I took my first stip toward my Romeo.