Title : A Rather Unstill Interest
Rated T for things that breathe lightly on actions that near sexual behaviour.
Gene and Finny coupling
700 words(approximately)
Maybe you'll never understand how I saw him the first day I came to Devon.
It was a revelation, or rather, my eyes being forcibly opened to the true attractiveness of the world by none other than him.
Not only do I see beauty now, but I also see him more clearly than I should.
Comfortable, I was unpacking my things (and self) into the room, when the tarnished door knob was turned in one crisp motion. It was known that I would be sharing a room with this boy rumoured to be athletic, respected, and, devilishly handsome, so I should not have been surprised when I saw him.
But, as I looked over my shoulder, my eyes seemed to flutter when I saw him enter.
You know those too bright streaks bleeding from the sun's heart that seek to pierce your own vision in an attempt to thieve all gazes?
But, especially your own?
Yeah, his eyes shone just like that.
That sounds very un-Gene of me, but....but, I felt my cheeks staining a slight shade of the filling of a sour cherry pie as I looked upon this good looking boy. This boy that later enthralled me, and this boy who suddenly thrust my curiosity of the same sex to eye level. This boy drove the sagacious and calm Gene mental!
His greeting fierce, he sprang into the room with a large stride, a "hello", and a "You'll be my new friend" was declared loudly, while a "My name's Phineas, but call me Finny" launched out of his mouth like a jack-in-a-box; you know, the silly one you would have gotten from (that sham of a) Santa Claus.
This crazy grin came upon his face after – a sight never seen by my sensible eyes. His crooked smile had cherry lips opening slightly to display pearly whites, crinkling the sides of his eyes as he did so. Nobody outside of my family had yet to give me a smile that was exactly true like his. He knew this I bet, and maybe that was in an attempt of making me feel embarrassed, as not many people genuinely thought of me as a friend due to my more logical nature. I've never met someone who would be so presumptuous as to want to be friends with me, without even knowing who I am or what I am like! That is not the nature of my own self, and I was taken aback when I found this boy to be so intrusive, so daring in an alluring way.
As we bonded, he knew that when he would steal glances at me, I would redden.
He would make me go crazy with a snap of a finger, taking advantage of his knowledge of what bothers, no, entrances me.
He would indulge me in the essence of relaxation, and the passion of a good game, which in my opinion was not very good (I need to study!).
He would thieve me of my dreams at night with dainty caresses, and during classes, would aggravate me by distracting and ruining my work ethics by playing discreetly with my hair ("Alas! He has horrid dandruff!"). His fingers would lace themselves into the strands, and it would feel so pleasant, but very troublesome.
Still, he would make my eyes smoulder with this emotion that I have never experienced before, and this emotion made me break my cycle of things, fabricating a state at which I would forget everything and anything.
This was one of the things that had fascinated me with this man, or rather, teenager with the unnerving courage of a toddler. He enthralled me with this behaviour of his, and because of him....because of him....!
Well, that is a different story.
As because of him, I may be in love.