FANG
School ends.
Just as the bell rings I take my things and shove them inside my bag. Not caring to stop at my locker, I run across the halls, hurrying to get to the statue, where we had planned to see each other.
I'm feet away from the main door when one of my teachers steps in front of me, "You are not allowed to run on the halls, Fang, that will be detention for tomorrow." I nod twice and keep walking towards the door. "Wait, sir." The man steps on my way again, "You will wait here with me for some time while you explain to me the reason for your misbehavior." I roll my eyes and he grumps, "Well?"
I think about telling him how I have been waiting for this moment the entire year, how long I've dreamt of spending actually time with you, alone. I want to tell him how today I wanted to surprise you by showing up at our meeting place before you did so I could give you a little scare tease. I think about telling him that my heart had rushed faster than ever when you had agreed to do the project with me and how it stopped with anxiety the second the bell announced it was finally time to see you. But I reconsider and I make up a quick stupid excuse.
I wait next to the teacher as he gives me a list of reasons why it is dangerous to run in the halls. I nod every ten seconds as I watch through the window doors, intending to find your blonde hair in the middle of the crowd of both teachers and teenagers. Seven nods into the search I find you.
There, leaning your left shoulder against the statue of the Tiger, your right hand running on the stone's surface, exploring the figure under your skin. I smile, impatiently waiting for the moment when I can finally walk over to you and say hello for the third time in the day. I keep on looking at your every move, intrigued entirely by you.
The teacher, after some time, finally gets distracted with another running student and I quickly leave the building. I see you but I'm not sure how I should approach, whether I should sneak up on you like I planned or if I should just go over and say hello. I notice I'm losing a lot of time thinking, staring at you, and take my chances with the surprise.
I walk over towards you very slowly. You're still leaned against the statue, looking the opposite way from me. I stop right behind you, ready to give you my little scare. Just as I open my mouth you turn around, and here we are, standing face to face, less than two inches apart.
The first thing I look at are your eyes, simply beautiful. Blue, with the slight shine of polished metal yet they are tender like the sky. A storm of emotions and thoughts to be shared.
I find myself smiling still with my mouth wide open. My stare lowers to your thin lips, also curved into a smile. I fight the urge to grab you and kiss you, only our own breaths separating us from each other. You're the one to break our silence.
"Hi."
"Hello." Your smile slowly fades away, leaving a hint of coy embarrassment behind. I hide mine as well, somehow sensing that you were able to perceive it.
"You took long enough."
"Yeah, sorry about that." I want to tell you how sorry I am, explain the reason that I was late. I want to tell you that my excitement to see you got me in trouble, but I don't mind. "Had to go to the restroom."
You frown slightly clearly not believing my excuse.
"So, uhm, let's go." You take out your white cane and wait for me to start walking. "Go on, I'll follow you." I start walking towards my house, making sure that you are right there with me with every step I take.
You walk securely, almost knowing your way. Now, unlike school, you couldn't crash against other people, so I could see you walk steadily. I want to ask you so many questions, but I'm afraid of sounding stupid. Once again, you're the one to start the conversation.
"So, what exactly is it we have to do?"
"What?"
"For the project." Your white smile makes me warm up.
"Yeah, I," I stop for a moment trying hard to ignore your presence and remember, "I actually forgot." I knew there was a project, I had heard Mrs. Raven say it out loud, but as soon as the word project got processed in my head, I turned over to you. You were obviously day dreaming. I had noticed you doing that before. Whenever a subject had to be explained again you would close your eyes. Other times, like today, you just 'looked' up at the ceiling and played with your pencil, tapping it into your desk.
"Wait, what?" You turn to me, still walking. "You don't remember what we're supposed to do?" For a second I think you are sincerely angry, or at least annoyed, but then you smile once again. I begin to enjoy the sight of your grins. "I thought I was the only one who escaped into reverie on that class."
I do a short jiggle, "I guess not."
We continue walking. Your face is turned ahead, me, on the other hand, can't seem to take my eyes off you. Every step you take as secure as the last one, when you cane touches a stone on the sidewalk you either skip it or go around it. Your eyes are glimmering with the reflection of the sunlight.
"We'll ask someone once we get home." The word home makes me shiver. We are now going to have a moment alone, finally, after so long of only small talking and bumping into each other. You and me.
Now I know that some of you, my dear readers, don't like the fact that it's written like this, using You instead of either Fang or Iggy. But I wanted to try it, and it also kinda shows, I think, that during those moments, the only thing they think about is each other. Hope it doesn't fuck up the whole thing. :D
