2nd year high school... 1st year went by so fast and smoothily. There were just a few rough times but I got through it. I am supposed to start 2nd year in a week. I don't know why but somehow... I'm nervous? I never really got nervous like this, only when I move to a new school. I feel butterflies flying all over my stomach rapidly. I felt that there was something big going to happen to me. Bullies? Moving to another country? Nah. Those aren't connecting to my feelings.
I walked along the streets that led me to my favorite cafe. That cafe was nearly always quiet. It's only noisy during rush hour. As I walked, I lifted my stare from the rocky road and straight ahead. There I saw boy. He looked older than me, though. I can't believe I was staring but something about him made me wonder. He had blonde hair that looked like it was gelled to one side up. And his skin isn't that bad. It was maybe, mmm, peach? He wore a collared shirt with the... Danish flag? Huh. Patriotic? He was... especially noisy... He talked on his red phone to someone. He caught my stare as we got closer. At that point, he stopped listening to the person on the other side of the phone and stared back at me with the same expression. Awed yet confused.
As we passed each other, he stopped in his tracks staring at me. But I kept walking. Okay... Weird. I walked into the cafe and ordered my usual mocha shake. I loved smoothies and shakes. Especially ones with a coffee taste. I sat down on one of the circular tables seated for two. I took my first two sips of my shake. That's when I saw that boy again. Ugh. I hope he's not noisy as before. I'd hate that. I'm that type of person you think their growing old but we actually enjoy the peace. He looked at me but was interuppted by the cashier asking for his order. He made a quick order and rushed to sit in front of me on the other seat.
"Who are you?" He asked. I scrunched my eyebrows together and asked in annoyance. "Why are you here?" "Because, I saw you a-and you..."
I raised a brow.
"So? I saw you, too." "Yeah, but-"
"Cappucino for Denmark!" The cashier interuppted.
'Denmark? No. No freakin' way.'
"Oh. Uh, wait right here." 'Denmark' told me before getting up to get his order.
I sighed and got up and walked out hastily. 'Nobody tells me what to do all the time!' At this time, I was trying to be an 'independent country' to my parents to prove them to stop trying to scold me every little chance they get. I know what I did and I am responsible and come out honestly but they tell me what to do even though I do it like everyday like wash the dishes when you're done. Now that's just stupid!
"Hey! I told you to wait!" 'Denmark' ran out shouting at me. "I don't like being told what to do! ESPECIALLY by a stranger." I said as he walked next to me. He caught his breath before he suggested "How about we sit, huh?" He clutched my arm as I mentally protested being dragged around by someone I didn't know. We both walked into a park and sat down on a near by bench. There, we sat and drank our drinks. "What is it?" I asked as I noticed 'Denmark' staring at me.
"It's just that, when I looked at you, you are... agh! How do you say it?"
"I don't know. Is it a bad way or good way?"
"Uh, I guess a good way?" 'Great. Now he's trying to flirt with me?'
"... Get lost." I said as I got up to throw away my cup into the trash bin. "H-Huh? But-"
"No! You're weird and noisy so stay away." I ran back to my house in time for my parents to tell me it's dinner time.
That night before bed, I was putting away my clothes. Then, the thought of HIM came to mind. Even though he was noisy and so persistent, he radiated some warmth and happiness. I unconsciously smiled but when I turned around to my room. My smile dropped. I looked at the old yearbooks in my bookshelf, my diary, and some dark things in my room. I was somewhat known as being... goth? But I don't think so. I just like dark things but I wear some light colored clothes time to time. I slid open my closet and looked through the colors. It's mostly blue in there. I did have to admit, he was, as you say, pretty cute? I shook my head. Gah! Why am I even thinking of that? Seriously. It's not like me.