My name is Riku and I have a problem. That problems name is Love.
I suppose that I should explain, Ill begin with that first day, the first one that mattered anyway.
Im currently a senior in highschool, taking mostly lower level classes having failed them in previous years. It was during 7th period when it happened.
As usual I was sitting at my desk in the back of the class, nearly asleep. And then he entered the room. His brown locks bounced with his steps as he headed towards the teachers desk.
They exchanged a few quiet words and he handed the teacher a slip of paper before making his way to the back of the class, shoving his binder into his desk.
He sat beside another boy, who had enthusiastically motioned for him to sit there.
I could only watch as the boy laughed and enjoyed his conversation. I felt somewhat like a stalker. I had seen him in the hallways before and every time I had felt the urge to talk to him, like I was meant to talk to him. But I never took that step.
He was one of the kids that seemed to be so well liked but always seemed lonely. He was one of those kids that seemed to be so unreachable. He wouldnt be interested in any conversation that I had to offer, my mind would always tell me. But my heart sang a different tune.
That was why now all I could do was watch. Quietly. Just wondering about the friendship that we would have if he were different, the conversations that we could have had.
I dont understand why I thought so much on him. Perhaps it was because of the constant urge I had to at least approach him. Or maybe it was because of the way that I felt the need to observe him. Or maybe it was simply because of the fact that I had always found him to be very cute.
For whatever reason, I thought about him often. But didnt approach him. And so days passed that I would come to class, hide behind my hair and just watch as him and his friend conversed and showed off to eachother. But then the day came that his red headed friend was missing from class.
I came into class as usually, my silver hair messed in my face, hiding the path that my eyes traveled. Took my usual seat and so did he. After some time of Zexion, our teacher, lecturing, I heard the owner of my attention sigh. He slid into the desk beside his. This was the desk directly next to mine.
When Zexion was no longer paying attention he leaned in close to me and whispered, "You seemed lonely."
I was immediately startled that he had approached me but as was typical for me, I kept my composure and my anti-social attitude. "Really?" I whispered back,
"I think youre just saying that because your friend isnt here."
He frowned dropping his head onto his desk,
"Ok." he mumbled, "But you need someone to talk to too."
I cocked an eyebrow at him as if to question his judgement.
"Youre always so quiet in this class." he said in his still quiet tone.
"Im quiet in every class." I replied simply, letting my hair fall into my face once more.
"Well not anymore." he said with a smile playing on his soft features.
"Oh?" I glanced at him now, "And why is that?"
"Because Im here." he said and after that he removed himself from the seat, going back to his usual one. As he moved he left me with just a smile.
I rolled my eyes at him but he didnt seem to care.
Something in my felt so glad to have had that conversation with him. I felt relieved, like alot of tension that I had built up with my slightly stalker-esque behavior had been released.
When class ended I was one of the firsts out the door, which was typical. But this time I quickly felt a shove on my back. I turned to find those vibrant blue eyes staring right at me.
"Hm?" was all that I offered.
"Sora." he said and offered me a smile and a pat on the shoulder.
"What?" I asked curiously.
"It my name," he said with an almost silent laugh, "You wanted to know it didnt you?"
"Whatever," I shrugged, "My name is Ri-"
"Riku" he smiled at me again. Those blue eyes seeming to pierced right into my chest as they made my heart thump, if only for a moment.
The confused look on my face must of urged him to explain.
"Unlike you, I pay attention in class," he grinned. "Zexion calls you Riku when he calls roll...Do you prefer to be called something else?"
"Riku is fine." I muttered.
"Alright then," Sora poked my forehead before beginging down the hall, "You better not forget my name!" he snickered as he rushed off.
I was left in the hallway somewhat dumbfounded. I did not see that one coming at all. But the smile that lurked onto my face as I watched him seemed all the more warm.
I rubbed the spot where he had poked my forehead and wondered if this would be the start of something great. The start of the something I had been waiting for.