&you're the kind of guy that can make me
sit on my bed, listen to music, & just smile
just because the songs remind me ofyou.
Courtney's POV:
Why? Why did he have to say such sweet things to me? Why couldn't he just take my advice and say thank you? Why did he have to take things a step further with every little thing he did or said? It was bad enough that he was basically all I thought of. Now he's gone and put these crazy thoughts in my head that maybe we have something between us.
I didn't know what was driving me crazy about Tom, but I knew I had never met anyone like him before. He could just glance at me and my heart would race. Anytime we would accidently touch that spot would start to tingle and I would get goose bumps. I was one of those girls who never got butterflies, but with Tom they never seemed to go away. Before I would see him, they would start and wouldn't finish until I was in my car driving home from class.
Cailyn even started to notice that I was happier. She continued to ask me if I was wearing makeup which she knew I never did. She started telling me how my skin had seemed to get more flushed as if I was wearing blush. She also told me that my eyes, as of lately, were more green which usually meant I was happy. I had no reason not to be happy so I wasn't surprised about my eyes changing colors.
The most embarrassing thing was when she caught me singing love songs. Cailyn had been out doing various errands and I was home alone. Tom had given me a list of songs to listen to. I enjoyed them all especially one titled "Don't Wake Me Up." I was playing it on my laptop while writing a paper for my music history class and started singing along with it. I was focusing on the song and paper that I didn't realize that Cailyn had returned home. Now, I'm not a bad singer; actually I had been voted most talented when I graduated high school. As the song reached the bridge, Cailyn started applauding. I turned around so startled that I almost fell off my chair.
"That's a cute song," she said trying hard not to laugh.
I smiled nervously. "Yeah, Tom gave it to me…to listen to, I mean. Not like he gave it to me…never mind I'm just gonna shut up now."
She leaned against the door frame of my room and gave me her 'you-like-him' smile. "You like him."
"No, I don't. He has a fiancée; it wouldn't be right."
"But you do like him. You're over analyzing everything you say, you talk about him about 75 of the time we talk and you're singing love songs. Those are the three major signs that you like someone. Who is this guy?"
I tried hard not to blush. "He's the guy from my piano class. He's a musician, I think. He plays so passionately and no one plays as passionately as he does unless they're a musician."
"He's right up your alley, then," she called back to me as she walked back into the kitchen.
I turned back to y computer and lowered the volume as I pressed the previous button to reply the song I had been singing when Cailyn scared me.
As I listened to the song, one voice sounded slightly familiar. I googled the group name McFly and was shocked to see a group photo with one face that I would recognize anywhere. This was Tom's music; this was Tom's voice singing the bridge. I smiled wide and took in his sweet voice. I opened up my iTunes store and purchased 40 worth of McFly music. I listened to three or four songs taking in his voice, his talent. I was happy that I figured it out that it was him. Now I couldn't wait to see him.
I glanced at the clock in the bottom right of my computer screen. I had lost track of time and I was going to be late for my literature class. I packed everything up and headed out.
On any normal day that I didn't have class with Tom, I wouldn't see him on campus. But today, of all days, when I'm running late, I see him coming out of the café. I started to head over figuring I could be at most twenty minutes late. I watched him as I headed in his direction. He turned back towards the café and smiled at someone.
I stopped dead in my tracks and my breath got caught in my chest. I watched as a chubby brunette came into view. Tom wrapped his free arm around her and they kissed. She had to be Rachel. My heart dropped into my stomach and I felt my eyes sting lightly. I pushed the tears back and headed to class trying to not let it bother me. Now I had a reason to be upset: I'm crazy about him, but he'll never be more than a friend.