There was just something about his eyes, their icy blueness that got me. Yes, I know that's cliché, but it was just looking at them- no, falling into them- that made me realize exactly those things about him that hooked me.
His infuriating pet names for me, things that generally would offend someone else, seemed just unique, even when he called other people those same things. They made me feel close to him, made me feel like he knew me.
I was his buddy. Not his best buddy, but a friend in my own category. We were each other's special buddy that had our own category. And we did call each other "buddy." We were awesome, and we knew it.
His smile. Oh, it was that smile of his. When it was directed at me I was filled up with glee. He could say the dumbest thing about dinner or his family or his pet and then smile and I wouldn't care. Well, I really wouldn't care about whatever it was he said either way if it was stupid. Or immature, which it often was.
He could insult me and I would get really mad. Then when I would start yelling at him during class he would laugh that cute laugh of his and mention how easy it was to get me mad. Oh, God, how well I knew that story.
The thing is, though, everything I knew about him he told us all by accident. He would say something ridiculous about his pet, and I would think, Oh. He has a pet. Then I would ask him a question about him and he would answer it without ever asking why.
I really like him. Like, a lot. If only I would work up the nerve to tell him, but he's always with his friends, which bugs me. Boys get all aggravated when they can't get a girl alone to ask her out, right. Well, guys, we girls have got the same problem. So get over it.
If only… gosh, my wonderings always get the better of me. But I can't avoid it. Every time I think about him, or daydream about kissing him, my face heats up and shivers run through my tummy. My heart starts pounding and I think about what would happen if I told him, and the last things I saw were his ice-blue eyes.