Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or anything else that's familiar.
It begins with my words or lack of. He's staring at me as I convert my voice into words scratched out on a notepad. I'm waiting for him to say something, to ask me what I'm doing. I think if he does I might lose my nerve, feel something like annoyance and embarrassment paint my cheeks red, but he doesn't make a sound. He's silent as he watches and I can't decide if it's because he knows or because he's one of those rare and ridiculous people in the world who can afford to be patient.
I finish and hold the paper out to him. It only takes a moment to read
What are you doing?
See, the thing is that I don't usually approach people I know, let alone people I don't know. It's easier to keep myself at a distance and let things be, and honestly he's nothing special. Yet there's something about guys who can't sing, singing their hearts out on sidewalks that begs for my attention. I think maybe I've offended him or maybe he's confused because it's almost been a minute and he's just staring at me. I almost walk away and leave him there, but then his lips are twitching and he's smiling as he says, " I was practicing."
I guess his response isn't what I expected because now I'm staring at him and wondering what kind of person he is. Like is he aware that he can't sing or does he genuinely believe people appreciate his public practice sessions? I can't determine if I like him or if I'm just intrigued, but in the end I think it's the fact that he still hasn't asked me about the notepad that makes me write my next question.
Do you want to go somewhere?
I'm almost positive that I'm not surprised when he smiles again and says, "yes."
oOo
There's a moment when logic catches up with me and I nearly run away. The logic says I don't even know his name and I should not be going places with him. The logic says this will end badly. The logic says this is probably the stupidest thing I've ever done.
Then he says ," My name is, Will, by the way," and the logic fizzles out.
oOo
We end up at McDonalds because it's the closest fast food place within walking distance. I don't remember what we order, just that we talk about all the small things like what movies we like and how neither of us ever want to work at McDonalds ever. Will smiles all the time and maybe it's because that's just how he is, but I'd like to think it's because he's enjoying this as much as I am.
I barely taste the french fries that I'm not sure I ordered and later when we're done, I walk out with something that's nearly a smile on my face and his phone number in my pocket.
AN: Needed a break from trying to write a thing. This fic will probably have short chapters but updates should be frequent.Maybe daily once school ends. Feedback is appreciated whether it's positive or negative, I'll try to learn from both. Thanks for reading.