I stared at the boy long and hard, taking in each of his features, like his petite, freckly nose which often wrinkled up when someone upset him or his red ears that twitched subconsciously if a person he disliked talked to him. All these things I had noticed from watching him constantly in my anger, annoyance and hatred towards him. And he had stared back at me. We had often had glaring wars across the great hall at meal times. Yes we had both been very observant of each other but neither of us had expected this. To have somewhere along the way, between all those fights, shouting, insults and pain, somewhere along that way have begun to feel like this. I never wanted this boy to leave me. I wanted to hold onto him forever and never let go. I felt like we had become one. I felt his gorgeous, soft lips touch the tip of my nose and I felt like something had exploded in side of me that I had never felt before. Even long after his lips had left my nose I still felt the tingly presence of them on my skin. I wanted to stay like this forever, stuck in the shoe closet looking into his beautiful blue eyes. They reminded me of the sea. I was absorbed in his eyes, drowning in them. But I wouldn't rather have it any other way. His long fingers played with my silky, long mahogany brown hair. He brought my hair up to his lips and pressed them gently against it. I couldn't take it anymore. I was about to push the door open and run when he grabbed my hand and pulled me back, back into the closet, back with him. He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me. And I kissed back. I felt the happiest I'd ever felt in my life. I don't know how long we stayed their kissing. An hour, a day, maybe a week? I didn't care. As long as I was with him I didn't need to eat, I didn't need to breathe. He was my anything and my everything. He stole my breathe away with one glance. Yes, somewhere along the way of screaming, name-calling and hatred, we both fell in love.
This is what happens when Lean gets bored.