So hey all-
I've been in this writing gridlock for like ever.
I've been working on bits and pieces for
SentiHearts,
and my new oneshot
Loving to Lose It [Formally titled IAm…]

Other than that I just don't have enough time
to really do anything…but! Spring break is approaching
soon so—hopefully I'll get a writing day!

Anyway—this is a drabble mostly based upon this
OMEGA AWESOME crush I obtained on this boy.
It didn't end the way this does…mainly because I told
him that I had feelings for him, and he politely declined.

But you know me and drama. =]

Anyway—I listened to Not Like the Movies by Katy Perry
on repeat while writing this. Have it play in the background.


Bittersweet

It starts with a stare.

Right there—in the middle of choir rehearsal—it started. I watched the epitome of a perfect guy give me that stare. From the Tenor section over to my Soprano, I realized two things.

Decked out in his tight clothes and nerdy 'emo' glasses; he could make anyone of any sex swoon.

I now don't think of him as only eye candy.

And, of course, it continued with a smile—and now I think everything about him is perfect. Which is never a good outcome; enter crazy obsessed me.

"Hey."

I looked up to meet his eyes behind his glasses, "Ummm…hi."

"You sounded really good today."
"…I did?"
"…Your solo?"

Right.
That thing.

"Thanks—I guess." I shrugged, and thought it over. My voice is too paper thin to build it into anything sensational; I guess that's why I got it. It's like paper.

"So what'd you think of Mr. Lanks' crazy spout on how we shouldn't leave the rehearsal under any circumstances." He used a deeper tone to show his mocking of authority.

I think I laughed—a little too much, "I worry about him sometimes."

"Yeah. Me too."

..:….:..

It continues with phone calls.

"So you watched the movie I recommended?"
"Of course I did—they were…interesting to say the least."

"My glasses are scratched."
"Don't you have an extra pair?"

"The stars look extra good tonight."
"…You know that means that they're burning out that much faster right?"

Then it moves to the sort of conversations that have romantic tones.

He led me to a stroll around the park during a snowfall; says that it helps him think out the possibilities of life. Or some crazy plot of that sort.

"I want to find someone to share things with."

"What kind of things?" I asked in the most doe-eyed, innocent fashion while taking a sip of my Starbuck's hot cocoa.

He ordered straight up coffee, "Everything—good and bad."

"Elaborate?"
"I don't know—what do you think of love?"

I could've taken one of two routes:

My idealistic version of love
My realistic version of love

"…I want to find my better half so we make perfect shapes." Idealistic.

"Very Katy Perry of you."
"Shut up."

..:….:..

The next day at school—I thought it'd progress into something real.

Until I met her.

Well—more like watched him meet her.

She was leaning against his locker while they conversed; I stupidly thought of going over to say hi.

He looked at her the same way he looked at me; only it was in such a spark note fashion that didn't even compare to us.

And I felt my heart rip into four equal pieces,
and somehow he metaphorically obtained two.

So.

It ended with a stare.


Tell me your thoughts?
xoxo. BxD