This Could Be Love
Compulsory silence brewed into the public library—the sound of pages flipping, pencils hitting empty notebooks and easy breathing were the only contradicting noises users of the library could hear. Glitch impatiently tapped his ballpoint pen against the smooth surface of a maths text book as his green contacted orbs scanned the pages that were presented in front of him. He chewed his lower lip in habit; his foot bouncing up and down against the carpet below. He was nervous and he had every right to be. His crush of just mere six weeks sat directly across from where he was stationed, casually reading a novel. The protégé glanced up at him, receiving no such response, as to be expected. He sighed as he felt his cheeks heat up. With every look in the B-Boy's direction, Glitch would fall deeper in the unintentional trap called love.
He felt his heart skip a beat before it began to race inside his chest as the slight movement of boredom was shown in Mo's actions. The teen felt incredibly stupid, behaving as the love-stricken boy that he is. It wasn't like him to be the way he was and now that he's slightly different, he doesn't have the faintest clue as to how to handle with what he's feeling. He's already accepted the fact that he could be gay and that Mo will never in a million years be his one and only because those were just reasonably true statements. Plus the chances of that happening are zero to aeroplane. The only thing he can't accept is the way he's sort of resembling a girl—no disrespect or not to stereotype the female species, but Glitch genuinely thinks he might become one of the girls, behaviour wise.
Lately, he's found himself subtly swooning whenever they're in the same room or whenever the trickster walked by. He's found himself doodling little hearts on the corner of his pages with his and Mo's name in it in several different colours. He's even found himself writing letters to the B-Boy in which he would never have the guts to give even when given the chance to do so. Being a male, he doesn't know how the female mind works, but he was pretty sure that when girls fall in love, they're like this—as he is now—at least once in their lives. He knew that guys don't do these things, but lately, he isn't able to tell the difference anymore. This unusual habit of his—it became a tab bit frequent to the point where it just was natural to act such way.
Glitch quickly lapped his tongue across his lips before sitting up straight just so that the B-Boy across from his would look up from his novel and give him a quick glance, a glare—anything. The teen desperately wanted to catch Mo's attention, even if it's just for a mere second. Knowing that Mo had broken out of his trance of concentration just to look at him drove Glitch insane with happiness. Yes, it's only been six weeks but it was six weeks of falling in love and staring at him from afar. Now that the B-Boy was practically within his personal space, he felt as though he could die tomorrow with a smile on his face.
The teen feigned a cough and he pulled it off with such authenticity. He sneaked a glance up at Mo who returned the look. The B-Boy's lips tugged upwards slightly before his eyes trailed back down to where he was up to on his novel. Glitch stayed in his now-dazed position as his eyes refused to blink. His cheeks morphed from a pale creamy white into a light pink colour. His lips quivered as his heart pumped blood around his system faster. Glitch's green contacted orbs began to study the B-Boy in front of him as that small smile Mo gave him intensified his feelings. His mind processed every breath, every facial expression, and every movement that Mo made as if it was an automatic reflex. Glitch swallowed deeply before he snapped back into his senses in the world we know as Earth. His eyes trailed back down to his text book as he breathed out his disappointment in his stalker-like nature.
His face twisted into a frustrated state as his mind argued with his heart. He wanted to gaze over at the B-Boy, as his heart desperately wants to, but his mind gave him troubling thoughts of what Mo might think knowing that a teen is practically observing him like a surveillance camera. He leaned his head on his left palm as his eyes continued to scan over the pages in front of him. He didn't even understand what he was meant to be studying as the distraction in beautiful dark skin kept him from his true purpose as to why he's in the library.
The teen was on his first break, just before second period, and he had a first term test as some sort of recap as to what he learnt the previous year. He knew that if he were to fail this test, he would forever be in the ninth grade and he can't have that. The humiliation and teasing he would receive—he was already an outsider looking in and that ridicule is something he knows his heart can't handle. The school he attended had good teachers but it was just the students that ruined this city school's reputation. But in the back of his mind, he knew that things were going to change for him—2012 is a year that Glitch felt like it would go nice and easy for him, unlike the previous years.
And it's his first and last year to try and at least become Mo's friend.
Mo was a senior, turning nineteen in a couple of months and soon, finishing high school. Glitch felt as though his feelings had a ticking time bomb strapped to it and if he didn't have the courage to confess, he would explode with regret. He found his new goal to be rather tricky, seeing as he and Mo have never met. Glitch didn't even know that he harboured feelings for the B-Boy or that the B-Boy existed until the first week back at school. On the first week of school, the senior students would put on a little show for the seventh graders (freshmen) in the gym. Glitch, that day, was running an errand for a teacher where he ended up in the gym. There was a stage inside and that's when he saw Mo.
Glitch remembered stopping in his tracks just so he could watch the B-Boy pop and lock with hip hop moves. They were flawless alongside the upbeat music as the crowd went crazy with his acrobatic skills. He wore a smile on his face which never changed, even when he did the most difficult and frustrating of moves. He pumped up the atmosphere after the seventh graders sat through a boring-ass play; it was a nice release from the tense atmosphere that the room was in. Glitch remembered feeling his heart beat elevate and his cheeks heating up with every passing moment. His eyes refused to tear away from the B-Boy, even if he stood to the side to let another dancer shine.
That nostalgic memory was still fresh in his mind, even six weeks after it happened. From that day, Glitch found himself looking around in old school photo albums until he found out Mo's name. The sadness poured down on him when he found out that this year was Mo's last and his heart already began to break before it could love. But he knew that he had to do something because having regrets is worse than being rejected. At least you've tried, right?
Before the teen knew it, he was face down on top of his book, fast asleep. He wasn't sure about the exact moment he fell asleep nor did he recall ever being sleepy. His phone vibrated violently besides him as students from his school began to leave. Break was over as the school bell indicated (the public library was connected to the school) and Glitch didn't know. His alarm continued to vibrate near him but that simple stimulation wasn't enough to wake him from his sudden slumber. The vibration eventually subsided alongside the bell as the library cleared of loiterers and studiers. Glitch felt his shoulder being shoved lightly, followed by a soft voice.
"Ey kid," It spoke with another nudge. Glitch reluctantly lifted his head, his eyes struggling to open. It was Mo who woke him up. With that sudden discovery, Glitch sat upright, stretching a bit before looking up at Mo who held his novel in his hand. The B-Boy smiled, "Cute."
"Excuse me?" Glitch quickly asked, unsure of what the older male had just said. Mo just simply shook his head, before pointing directly at Glitch's cheek.
"It's red." He said, his lips curling back into his smile. Glitch immediately began to rub his cheek as if to get rid of the redness, "You've gotta head back to school, kid." And with that being said, the B-Boy left, leaving the teen somewhat star struck. He wasn't sure why but all of a sudden, he forgot how to move.
Smiling to himself, he knew just from that little conversation, that this year would indeed, be a good year.
Author's Note: So, what do you think? Comments and reviews are appreciated.
It's nice to know what you guys liked/disliked etc. bout this story.
It would give me some sort of clue as to whether or not I should continue this.
Also, Happy Valentine's Day! I hope yours was better than my tear-filled one C;
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, Harmonix does.