Here you go! It's (...again...) a fluffish, who-knows-how-long school life story about the cute little pair. Read and see :) I hope you enjoy!
Can writing notes on the back of your hand and leaving post-it's everywhere change your live as you know it? It sure changed mine. I had -and still have- a tendency to write small notes, like shopping lists, adresses and phone numbers on the back of my right hand, being a lefty. I've seen many people do that and in the lack of paper, it's the most useful and sometimes even ecological thing to do. Still, I never thought that I'd get noticed because of it.
Being the shy girl I am, no one ever paid attention to me. During the three first years of high school I didn't make much friends, was usually forgotten when it was time to do group work, sat alone most of the lunches and with someone only when there wasn't room anywhere else. That's why it shocked me quite a lot to hear a tall, not so dark stranger talking to me about the things (on that day, a grocery list) written on my hand. And in a quite peculiar way that is.
During German class I sat on my usual seat in the center of the back row I felt someone looking at me. Shyly, hiding my eyes beneath my pale blond bangs I glanced both ways I noticed the boy on my right side stare at me for a while and then quickly turn his head away to write something in his notebook. He fiddled with his collar with his left hand and held the elbow on the table so I could see the short message written on his arm.
Why do you have a grocery list on your hand? I looked down to my right hand and remembered the milk, sugar, eggs, toilet paper written on it. I blushed furiosly and by the time he looked at me again my face was probably as red as a fire truck. With shaky hands I tried to scribble an answer after removing the toilet paper from the list.
I always lose the paper ones. I supported my head on my palm so he could see it and swiftly stole a quick glance at him. First thing I noted was his hair. It defied gravity! He kept brushing his fingers through the mane of spikes and it still didn't go down. That's all I had time to think of when I noticed a little smile on his lips and turned my gaze away. He chuckled a little. I read his arm again.
Even post its? A simple question had simple answers.
Even post its.
I was eager to see the next question but the bell rang. I even flinched at the loud noise. And when I looked at the boy again, his sleeve was rolled down hiding the message and he was surrounded by a group of friends. I quietly collected my things from the table and exited the room blaming myself from thinking that things could change.
That's the first chapter for you! Reviews are veryveryvery welcome. I hope you liked it!
