Thank you to BeautifulHalfBlood for the prompt, sorry it took me so long to post.
Bianca had always been captivated by Chris's eyes. Ever since they were six years old running around the playground together during recess. Though she didn't care to admit it, her fixation was a borderline obsession. There was nothing like the way his eyes lit up when he laughed and sparkled when he smiled. The way his bright jade irises peaked out from behind his hair that had grown out a lot further than his mother wanted to allow. There was nothing that could make her stomach jump into her throat like that. It was kind of scary the power he had over her when he looked into her eyes.
Sometimes she thought that the most annoying thing about being fixated on his eyes was that she couldn't sneak a look like she could his hair or his butt. Even his abs if he had his shirt off. Not his eyes though. She even couldn't sneak a peek while he was reading because his hair was in the way and if he looked up he would see exactly what she was doing and he would definitely use it to his advantage in any way he could. He was definitely manipulative like that.
But she did anyway, because his eyes were such a beautiful shade of emerald. Like the color of the forest that sparkled after a light rain. But they were more than that because they weren't just green. There was some brown and blue to. All swirled together into two amazing irises that he insisted on hiding between long bangs and quiet, shy glances at the ground.
She knew why. She knew why and it hurt her so much. For as long as she could remember everyone they knew had talked about how perfect Wyatt was. Blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders and flawless skin. Wyatt just exerted confidence. The type that made people notice him; Chris though, Chris was quiet. He was quiet and calculating. He was perfectly content siting in the back of a room, allowing those beautiful eyes of his to scan the setting and take everything in while he processed everything to make a decision he was sure would work flawlessly. He was content to be a quiet observer in large crowds while his brother and his stupid blonde hair and blue eyes was the center of attention.
Chris though, he didn't mind and what she didn't know though was that he had the same fixation with her eyes. She never thought anyone would, how do you romanticize brown eyes? Chris did though. They reminded him of the pot of melted chocolate he and his mother used to dip everything in and the brownie batter he and his sister spent all night eating after she broke up with her first boyfriend. They reminded him of cinnamon and coffee and chocolate and everything sweet and perfect and wonderful in the world.
He loved looking into her eyes just as much as she loved looking into his and yes, he was well aware of how cheesy that sounded and that's exactly why he'd never admitted it to anyone. But god, he could just stare into her eyes for hours if she would let him.