Let's see I joined the 100 theme challenge and this is number ... uhm 37 Eyes


They say that the eyes are the window to your soul, I can't say this is true, still, I wonder, what his eyes have that made me fell for him as I laid my eye on him, I was 3 when I first met him, 5 when I first saw his eyes, he had a hair cut, after Michelle placed gum on his hair, he was protecting me of Michelle, Michelle hated my oh so shinny hair, she had curly blond hair, and mine has always been pitch black, straight hair; back to him, his emerald green eyes that always carried sadness on him, that always had that hint of fury willing to leave any moment.

After a few years I felt it, I was 8 he was 9, and felt my eyes will go dreamy when ever he stared at my eyes, but he will always hide his eyes from me.

One day he combed his hair nicely, I could see his eyes, he and I were alone at my room at the club house, he was using a tux, and he looked oh so charming, nothing, not even Prince Charming Princess Rescuer Rainbow Monkey, would see as charming as my dear Wally, we were heading to the spring ball held by Gallagher Junior High, we were 14 he would be turning 15 in a few weeks and I had just turned 14, any ways, he had asked me to go with him, of course I said yes, still he asked me just the morning of the ball, when we were dancing a song came up, the song I always identified with him Stupid Cupid by Moore, we danced the song, and just when she says "hey hey set me free, stupid cupid stop picking on me" his lips crashed with mine, my very first kiss, at midnight bellow the full moon with my prince charming, the song kept playing as our kiss lasted. That I must say was the best day of my life, until now.

Stuid Cupid began playing, I'm with Wally at l'amour éternel a french restaurant, very classy and quite expensive, he seems nervous, his eyes shine with that devilish glim they had always have, still I can see that nervousness shadow in them, and that happy shine. My dessert arrived and I began eating my chocolate cake, he smiles at me, as I cut it and a ring falls down, and dozens of purple roses fell around us, Mandy Moore is singing live to us, and he says in a whisper - please kooks, marry me- I must be dreaming, my prince charming was troubled himself so much. I feel my tears roll down my cheeks and I've lost my voice I can only smile and nod as he places the rock on my finger.


the shortest one shot I've ever written please R&R