Chapter One: And all I think about is how to make you think of me...
She got out of the bus, her book in her hands, barely looking where she walked. She was still reading the same book as yesterday but I could see she was almost at the end of it already.
She walked towards "her" bench and sat down. She usually stayed there for a while after she came out of the bus, certainly to finish the chapter she was reading. But truth is, she often was so engrossed in the story she ended up reading four more chapters or so and suddenly looked at the time. She would then quickly put her book inside her bag and walk away briskly, disappearing, leaving me wondering if I imagined the scene.
She wore a white beanie hat today and a scarf of the same colour was surrounding her delicate neck. Her straight brown hair was a little messy from all the wind earlier this afternoon but it didn't stop me from finding her angelic, as always.
And I swear I'm not a creep, it is not in my habits to observe people like that okay? It's just that one day, I was in the bus, and when I got in, I immediately saw her. She was reading of course, she always had her head bowed staring at the pages filled with incredible stories.
From that day, I couldn't help but search for her in the crowd. So, whenever I took the bus, I looked forward to seeing her, and sitting in the bench across from her and just stare at her.
I generally was pretending to read a newspaper or a book so I wouldn't be suspected. She never saw me though and I didn't know if I had to be sad or happy about it. I was happy observing her from a distance, not caring about anything but her, and nothing could burst the bubble I was in when I sat there. But at the same time, my heart was aching from not being able to see her eyes, to see her smile, to hear her talk... I longed to listen to what she had to say. I was tempted a lot of times to just get up and ask her something stupid like "Please, could you tell me what time is it?" just to hear her voice, just to see her look at me.
Once, my wish was granted though. I felt like a teenage boy, what, I guess, I was not so long ago... That day, the bus was crowded and some people were forced to stand up. She was just inches away from me, holding the pole tightly as the driver had a tendency to brake rather harshly. Despite of the great amount of people surrounding her, she had not resolved to stop reading so she still had her head stuck in the book.
And then, came the moment when the drive braked really hard and the young girl crashed into me, now holding onto me in order not to fall. She look up at me with her big brown eyes, surprised, her cheeks changed colour and were now a lovely shade of pink. My breath was caught in my throat and my heart felt like it stopped beating. Recovering herself, She straightened and hold onto the pole again. I smiled at her while she apologized, embarrassed.
"That's quite alright miss!" I said, giving her my best smile. I was secretely hoping she would maybe fall for that smile. Was I foolish for believing that? Why did I like her when I didn't know her? Anyway, how could I compete with the heroes from her books? I was just a normal boy, working in a coffee shop to pay his studies and who wrote as a hobby.
Surely she would never notice me, she was always reading her books... That was then, that I thought of the greatest plan ever to get her to notice me, somehow...
A/N: Hello! This is my new story, please tell me what you think :) Should I continue? The title is a lyric from a song, can you guess which? I was talking music with a fellow writer this week and it inspired me, I will put lyrics from songs that inspire me as titles for my chapters. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the story. Bye bye :)
