There once was a girl, who had everything. And a boy, who only wanted her. He'd give anything to tell her, but couldn't out of fear. That was until he found the strength. The words and emotions. The two would pass each day in the halls, their eyes only meeting for split second glances. He would fumble for his books, or pretend to tie his shoe. She would smile just enough to let him know he was made. But the fears that drove him to the depths of self-doubt were pervasive. Faced with confronting them? It was all too much to think about. And so he decided against it; For the last time, and that time he meant it.
Their hands interlocked, awkwardly shaking. He was feeling nervous about the way he was dressed. Fashion for the Heights never made it to the Valley. And he noticed that she never wore the same thing twice. She was also tense, but not for the same reason. It was two years later and she still hadn't mended; She wondered if he knew about Trevor. He did.
The two stood idle, lost in each others eyes; He fought for the words rehearsed inside his head.
"I think I might love you" he said understated.
"You think?" she quickly replied.
He had no idea of the context. Her tone, inflection, were much too confusing. Was she being sarcastic? Was it simply a question?
"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I'm just wondering why you love me. Would you tell me, please?"
Her words were the bridge he so desperately needed. He replied:
"Because you're so beautiful?"
Shit, what was that!?
She laughed. It was a nervous reaction. He thought of something quickly to cut through the tension:
"You don't seem surprised."
She smiled, then replied:
"Hello? You're a guy!? You all want the same thing. Am I supposed to be surprised when you tell me that you love me?"
His heart sank, along with his shoulders.
"Kidding!" she said, well aware of her control.
"Honestly, I've pretty much known all along. I mean, the way that you stare, with those adorable eyes..."
She stops just shy of indulging him further. And retracted, but somewhat:
"You do understand, though, that we could never be together. Don't you?"
He hesitated, nodding with a dis ingenuity. Truthfully, he didn't know what she was implying.
"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"
Well, at least she's perceptive, he thought to himself.
"Is it because of Trevor?" he said, almost frantically.
"No, I don't think about him anymore."
"Is it Ashlee?" he said.
And silence. He was fully aware of the impending consequence.
Her gaze became cold, almost distrusting. She snapped back:
"You have no idea what you're talking about!"
She loosened her hands from his, still shaking.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking" he said. But it was too late.
She ran out into the rain. He followed close behind. There had only been distance between the two before. And he knew he couldn't let that continue...