They were on lunchbreak. His friends were snickering and hooting like the usual, he just remained silent. His head was looking from left to right, nonstop. He was waiting for her; his crush. A group of girls finally entered the canteen. He immediately spotted her petite figure. It seemed like they fell into line according to height as they walked; from tallest to shortest. The girls walked past their table. He pretended that he wasn't keeping an eye on her. He faced his meal, but he feasted his eyes to his right on her as she passed by. She caught him. She smiled. He looked away, his heart skipped a beat. His friends howled at him, his cheeks were flushing red. He continued to chew his sandwich.
She was rehearsing a dance number with her friends at their school's gymnasium. He watched her from afar, sitting pretty on a bench under a tree with his friends as his eyes drifted to her graceful moves, her back was turned. But even her back was the most wonderful figure he had ever seen. Suddenly, she whirled around and was facing towards him. He got dazed, his eyes widened, not taking them off of her. She caught me again, he thought. He almost panicked, but he realized she was near-sighted and she wouldn't clearly see it that he was looking at her in such a long distance. He was sure of it 'cause he knew she wore glasses at times. He felt safe. She wouldn't really think I'm looking at her, he thought.
Was it me or, he really was looking at me? in her mind, she asked.
If you could just have the guts to speak out
This retreat camp is so boring, he scuffed his legs on his sleeping bag as he laid on it. His two other fellas inside the tent were violently snoring.
Can you just stop, his mind seemingly yelled at the two 'snorlaxes' as he used his pillow to cover his ears. He had been twisting and turning for a couple of minutes already and he couldn't quite put himself to sleep. He sat up and scratched his head. He decided to get out of their tent. He thought he just needed some cold midnight air to relax him. But sometimes, things turn out better than expected, right?
He unzipped the tent and crawled his way out. He laid on his stomach on the mat-covered grass, his chin resting on his folded elbows. He thought it was better sleeping outside in the cold night, and he almost fell into sleep.
"Mind if I sit here?" a deep feminine voice suddenly spoke; his eyes that were about to shut down instantly opened up and he completely got awakened.
It can't be her, his mind tried opposing the thought that it was actually her talking to him. He slowly looked up to his left and saw her standing in her pajamas. His heart was beating so loud, he could feel it through his chest. He silently nodded to respond to her, feeling a bit uneasy yet animated at the same time. She sat beside his lying body on the mat, hugging her knees to her chest. His body looked completely relaxed, but inside him was like a lot of fireworks exploding because of that sudden rush of blood and rapid heartbeat, all happening because of her presence. He was nervous, tensed, but excited. He just didn't know how to start a casual conversation with her, but he really wanted to take the wonderful chance.
"Whu--wh-why aren't you sleeping yet?" he stuttered, not thinking of anything better to say.
"I'm just not used to sleeping this early," she answered calmly, "You?"
"Oh.. My friends snore too loud, it's not fair," he answered simply, his voice still shuddering a bit. She chuckled. His pale cheeks changed their color into a bright red, he was just thankful that it was late at night already and his flushing-red cheeks wouldn't be too obvious. He couldn't look at her, though he wanted to. Suddenly, she began moving closer and actually changed position; from sitting, she joined him on the mat as she lied on her stomach too. Something caught her attention and she could not, not talk about it.
"That's cool," she referred to his glow-in-the-dark band wrapped around his right wrist. She moved closer to touch his wristband. Their arms smoothly clashed against each other and her fingers inadvertently caressed his skin as she played with his wristband. He felt a blazing sensation as her fingers carelessly mooched around his wrist. She was so entertained with the wristband.
"You wanna have it?" he abruptly asked, not looking at her.
"Is that okay?" she questioned, astonished by his sweet offer, her eyes beaming at him.
"Yeah," he simply said and took off the band giving it to her. She handled it in the cutest way he had ever seen, he was enjoying it.
"Thanks a bunch, I'll forever keep this," she smiled widely. This made him feel more eager and his heart seemed to beat the loudest that time. Her words heartened him. He smiled. She was busy playing with the wristband, now was the chance for him to finally look at her. He watched her amuse herself with the new wristband she just got. He carefully examined her features; her almond eyes, coral lips, and well-defined cheeks which he thought would all look so much better in daytime, but the moonlight shone perfectly and gave her face a nice glow.
He couldn't have been any happier. He was totally enjoying that chance to be with her. He just wasn't that type of guy who had the guts to talk to his crush without feeling uneasy. He was very timid and quiet, he barely talked but his short answers always made her giggle heartily. He was happy he could atleast make her laugh. It made him know that atleast he wasn't boring her.
She's keeping my wristband, his heart was bursting in joy as thoughts played in his mind.
He didn't want that night to ever end. But if ending that night would mean another timid day for him which could possibly lead into something he wouldn't have expected, then he'd want to experience more.
Timid and Bashful. It's always cute and mysterious.
