Chapter 1: The Idiot's First Love

I like someone.

And of course, like every other person, I want this person to like me back.

But there are numerous problems.

One is that this person doesn't even know me. I had never been a classmate of his in my whole entire life. I never even said simple things like "hi" or "how are you doing?"

Second, the type of person I like is silent. He rarely speaks. He only speaks when it is needed or when asked. I know it sounds strange but if you ask me what type of person is he I would say:

"He is a good man."

November (?) 2012

I was walking up the stairs going back to my classroom after eating lunch with my friends. It was very hot and sunny like all the other days. I was passing by his classroom and, as usual, the other class was making a ruckus outside.

The students seem to be torturing a fellow classmate by holding him into place while holding a phone to his ear. It was loud and noisy so I was guessing they were playing some music. Perhaps they were listening to Justin Beiber. I thought as they continue to scream and laugh like preschoolers.

I was making my way through the crowd of students when I had just realized you were one of them. I heard you desperately trying to hold back your laughter behind the handkerchief you have always brought, which made you sound a bit strange. More like a drunk dying duck, honestly. But I could learn how to love drunk dying ducks.

The ruckus they were making blocked the front door of my classroom. My friends and I decided to walk through the back door. As we walked through the hallway full of laughter and chaos, I never bothered looking back. Somehow, I felt that the ruckus way behind stopped. My friends have already entered the back door ahead of me. I know I should have entered but I was just standing there in front of the door like an idiot. I turned around to just take one last glance-

Then I saw it.

For a moment, it was only the two of us.

I gazed into your eyes that seemed slightly embarrassed from realizing that I have heard your drunk dying duck laugh (okay I admit I sound a bit too cruel). Everything around us wasn't moving. It was like our very own little world. You seemed even more attractive than usual. My eyesight was horrible so I was quite color blind. But the color of your eyes told me that you were a wonderful person.

Even though it was just a second that has passed for me it seemed like...probably a minute or so. But I wanted that minute to last forever. A forever where we could look into each others eyes...

I quickly shake myself off this trance and rush into my classroom, dump myself onto my seat and stare out the window.

What was I thinking? My heart was pounding. My face hot and I couldn't help but recall your face...

This truly was the feeling of an Idiot's First Love...