Hello! I made two A's and one high B on my tests, so I am updating some stories soon because of my good mood! Review and enjoy!
It is still snowing outside, but I still return to our bench. I say that it is 'our bench' because it belongs to nobody but us. We shared memories there, and I stake my claim on it. Nevertheless, no matter how long I stayed, you don't show up, and with my fingers numb and my nose running, I head into the dining hall.
It has only been maybe seventeen hours, thirty-two minutes, and twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five…seconds since I last saw you, but it feels like it has been years. Therefore, when I spot you occupying a table that seats six, I rush to you, not even bothering to apologize for bumping into the people that seem to purposely get in my way. Nothing can keep me from reaching you right now.
That strange occurrence is happening again. The cafeteria is filled, but no one sits with you. They just took the chairs that are supposed to be for your table and sat them around already crowded tables. I am little mad that they are purposely ignoring and secluding you, but I am also slightly happy that they left one seat. The seat that is right. Next. To. You. I take this as a sign from above telling me that they want you and me together, and who am I to go against fate? I plop down on the empty chair.
You aren't eating anything, yet you have food all over the table. Hamburgers, fries, chicken, Mexican, Chinese. Then the large variety of desserts you have in front of you. All untouched, and though they look appetizing, they all appear bland when I see your eyes radiate happiness. And I don't need you to clarify if it is happiness or not because I know that you are glad to see me. I just know because my heart tells me so.
You unexpectedly offer me a piece of chocolate cake that is closest to you. My eyes don't only widen; my mouth does as well. It wasn't for you to stuff the sweet in my mouth, but you do it anyways. You hold your hand still as the fork lays on my tongue. You wait for me to close my lips so I can take the food of the utensil, but I can't seem to do it. I want this moment to last because it feels like we are a couple. Like this is a norm for the two of us. Like you like me, so to prolong this feeling, I keep my mouth open. My saliva is building, and though you should be disgusted, you smile. Yes, an actual smile! In order not to choke, I finally wrap my tongue around the cake, and as you pull the fork away from me, I swallow both the treat and the urge to share it with you through a kiss.
I look around to avoid eye contact, suddenly feeling shy. I didn't expect to catch people watching us, but they were. Judging us with their isolating gazes. It was not just one or two strangers observing you and me, it was everyone in the building. They all stopped all their actions, all their talking, everything just to stare. I glare at them, trying to get them to just to mind their own damn business, but it doesn't work. I am tempted to stand and give them a piece of my mind, but a hand on my arm makes me calm down immediately. I glance up at him, and he is shaking his head, probably telling me to not get angry over nothing. But it wasn't nothing to me. They shouldn't be gawking at us. There was no reason for their looks. It is not as if we were doing anything bad. You were just feeding me! We weren't making love on the table…I mean, if you were to propose that we should do that, then I wouldn't necessarily object. Ha…Kidding. I'm kidding.
I can feel myself getting a little warm from my line of thoughts. Do you ever entertain those kind of fantasies? Well, of course you have. You are male, but have you ever thought of you and me in that kind of way? I don't usually think about you sexually. Really, I don't, but if you keep griping my arm like that, looking at me with poorly hidden like, then things are going to drastically change our whole dynamic. But I want things to change for us.
"Hello, my name is Sebastian. What is your name?" My voice is shaking. I don't mean it to, but I am nervous. This is the first time I have spoken to you. Do you like the way I sound? Too deep or high, manly or girly? Or maybe it is perfect?
I believed we were over being aloof to each other, but I suppose you don't agree. You don't reply. You don't give me your name that I have desperately wanted to know since I met you. I ask again, and you only tilt your head, flashing a sad expression at me. You let go of me, disestablishing any body contact with me. You rise from your seat, turn, and start to walk away from me, deserting me yet again. I quickly try to go with you, but at that moment, the cafeteria sets in motion. Everyone is moving, colliding into me, making me lose sight of you.