Short Story: The Beginning; Eye Contact

I don’t know why his eyes draw me in every time. I shouldn’t feel this, it’s abnormal. Then again, so am I. But that’s a totally different story.

Back to his eyes; his dreamy green eyes. They were the first thing I noticed about him. His green eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of our classroom as we watch some stupid video about the French language. My eyes wandered and his seemed to do the same and suddenly, our gazes connected. It took me a full 30 seconds to process that I was staring and I blushed and look away. Of course, I looked away first. When I glanced back up at him he seemed to still be staring. He smiled at me and turned away. I just sat there and smiled to myself, my body filled with joy; he’s the one. I haven’t stopped thinking about him since.

I took the time to get to know him; find out his likes and dislikes, his dreams and aspirations, his exes and how he loves, his family and their problems. I made him trust me. I made him feel comfortable, I did what I could to make him fall in love with me. Of course, I had to make him think I trusted him also so I made up little white lies, exaggerating here, telling a truth there and so forth.

I waited for this night, the night he invited me over when his parents were out of town. My night.

I dressed up in a cute little dress, something easy to get out of. Not too tight and not too loose.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Hey! You made it!” He said, his eyes sparkled and his lips curled into a smile. You could hear his voice shaking, was he that nervous?

“Of course! Wouldn’t stand you up for Brad Pitt.” I chuckled, smiling at him.

“Come in.” he said, scratching the back of his neck. Just like in the movies.

I smiled and complied. We sat down and watched a horror movie but I was bored so my hands slipped down to his torso just enough for him to notice. He looked at me and I smirked, he knows what I want.

I was a giggling mess as we stumbled upstairs to his room, kissing here and there. He even gave my tush a little slap for fun.

I fell onto the bed as he climbed over me, straddling me and kissing me-distracting me. Truth be told it was my fault, I was getting too into it. I could hear his right hand moving, something hit something.

My eyes shot opened and his hand-holding a 6 inch knife-loomed over my left side. I kneed him where no man should be kneed and hit the knife out of his hand as he fell off the bed and pulled mine out of my combat boots. “I knew you’d be a fun one.” I said, towering over his curled form.

“You could have been nice enough to leave my baby makers alone” was his only response.

“You care more about your balls than your life?” I asked, “Usually they beg for me to spare them as they clutch their balls.”

“Yeah, well, getting kneed in the balls hurts more than dying.” His strained voice had made me laugh. I probably sounded like a mad woman.

“I’m sorry” I said between chuckles, “and here I thought the sparkles in your eyes were the same ones I saw in other people’s.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, sitting up against his bed, still clutching his weak spot.

“I didnt think you’d be like me. I didn’t think you’d say that.” I replied, grabbing his knife and sitting down next to him.

“Yeah, well, that’s the plan. I do the eye sparkle and get girls to come here.” He replied, “They call me the ‘Ladies Man’.” he referred to our town.

“They call me the ‘Woman in Brown Boots’.” I stated. Not as cool as his. “I really admire your work, by the way. It’s really nice. Where’d you find your first?”

“Back alley way of a bar I went to. I had to go out for a smoke cause it was getting stuffy in there and I saw her sitting there in a pool of her own despair. She had just gotten broken up with.” He smiled at me, “I like the girls with emotional baggage. They talk and talk and complain and are so afraid. That’s what I like, the fear in their eyes. Fear of you leaving, fear of being alone, fear of being hurt again, fear, fear, fear! It’s a beautiful emotion when used for pleasure.” I just now realized how-with his hair messed up, falling strands all over the place and him talking about this how handsome he looked.

“Ah, yes. The emotional baggage one. Guys like that are hard to find. Out of the 6 guys I’ve had so far, only two of them were like that. Honestly, it was annoying.” I replied rolling my eyes and sighing.

“It’s worth it, really. Well, if you were dealing with girls.” He said matter of factually. “Hey, are we still gonna kill each other?” He asked turning to look at me.

“Nah. I don’t want to kill you at least.” I replied shaking my head.

“Oh, okay good. Cause I was really gonna be sad that I’d have to kill you.” he sighed and smiled, leaning his head on my shoulder.

My eyes lit up, “Hey!” I turned to look at him and got as excited as a little boy seeing a dog at the park. “What if, we team up and found couples? Like, couples who are having problems!”

“Are you just saying this cause you wanna be my girlfriend?” He asked looking at me like he’d just figured everything about me out.

“Or we could get different people!” I ignored his question and kept my bubbly attitude and happy face.

“That sounds better.” he chuckled and pinched my cheeks, “I think I like you.”

I smiled cheekily and it was all rainbows from there.

We spent the next 10 or so years of our lives, going from place to place, finding people, and doing what we love and each other. But at last, we got caught. And here I am, on death row, writing this out and eating my last meal. Mikey’s last meal was two days ago, he had steak and fries with root beer. Not a bad last meal, huh? Mine is the same.

Except, unlike him, I have dessert.

-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write ( # 17 ) via. sleepyfuxkingprincess on tumblr