Remadora

She smiles in his direction. Butterflies thundering around in her stomach, her heart in her mouth.

He gives her a small grin back. Her smile would forever remain running threw his veins, bringing life to his very being.

Later, she would start a conversation off with him. When she talk's her voice is soft, but loud and bubbly. Just like the bright pink hair, she was supporting that day.

It is his favourite colour on her.

She knows that.

He joins in the conversation. Laughing and commenting at just the right moments, letting her fill in the silences. Whilst she talk's he falls into his own little world that is filled with brightness and thoughts of her.

Two hours after that conversation when she has retreated back home, he will be at the suffering hand of his best friend who makes obnoxious jokes about him being smitten with his cousin. He will complain but laugh and mutter about how he has it all wrong, when he knows that in reality he is correct. All though, he is far past being smitten, there are two much better words he would use and those words are in love.