When I met her, I was at a 7-11 buying a chocolate bar because I had been driving all night and I needed to snack on something to keep myself awake. It was cold and she walked in with her long, frizzy brown hair speckled with snow and her bright blue eyes open wide like windows to a clear sky. She didn’t bother looking at me but instead dug around through the chips. I watched her, fascinated. A single question burned through me. “Sir? Your change?” I glanced to the cashier behind me, who looked tired and uninterested. Feeling bad for making him wait (even for a few seconds), I grabbed the change and apologized to him. “It’s cool,” I heard him say. I slowly pulled the chocolate off the counter, my eyes still fixed on the girl. She looked up at me and smiled, glancing around awkwardly and looking back to me and waving. Feeling embarrassed, I turned my gaze back to the ground, not so quickly that anybody would know I was staring but just fast enough to avoid the girl. I realized how weird I probably looked standing there so I went outside, feeling a blast of freezing air hit me like a thousand pins and needles being driven into my skin. But even through the glass door, I couldn’t stop staring at her. I was amazed. How could she- “Hey, dude. What’s up?” I blinked and glanced around the store. She was gone. I turned around and I found myself locked onto those blue eyes. I backed into the wall and stammered, “Oh, h-hi.” She grinned. “Chill. I won’t shank you or anything, I swear. I saw you staring at me. It was really creepy.” She shoved a Dorito into her mouth. “Oh, um, sorry for creeping you out. It was unintentional. It’s just that I wanted to ask you something...” Still chewing, she nodded. I took a breath “How are you not cold?”... ... middle of paper ... ...e, a grown man sitting in your truck holding a chocolate bar and staring at strange coatless girls in the convenience store. You smell like an apple tree and you look like you haven’t cut your hair in, like, forever. And you have sad eyes. Like you’re always worrying about shit. But it’s weirdly endearing and makes you look less like a child molester so I guess I like that. But yeah, you look sad and well...kind of pitiful. So I chose you for the word.” “Wow.” I sat back in my seat and rubbed my eyes. “Okay. That’s kind of...cool in a strangely rude way.” And then I smiled. “So, if you want to take pictures of random things and sit in my truck, might I ask which word I can associate to your image?” She laughed and held out her hand. “Violet. You can call me Violet. And what are you called by your peers, hobo man?” “Dan,” I said, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
I went out in the afternoon to do a few errands. In the middle of my errands I got hungry and was passing by my house so I stopped in to eat a snack. I had half of a giant chocolate chip cookie paired with some coconut
“Why are you here?” Violet asks. Then I see her eyes land on my outfit. Her amber eyes widened. “Oh. That makes sense. Did you really get confused for me?”
“Hey, you!” said a voice far down in the hallway. “So you’re the new girl, huh?”
...like in my dreams, “Bravo.” She said with a sly smirk on her face. “Bravo?
“I don’t get it. Why did you have to give me a pet name in the first place? What’s the point?”
It was a sunny day with a sweet aroma of blooming tulips. The sunlight glittered on their faces as the breeze rattled the chestnut tree above. There was an occasional giggle as they talked, but there was also a hint of discomfort and awkwardness between them as they peeked at each other’s face and recoiled when the other looked up. When the bell rang twice, I saw them say goodbye and walk away from each other. In the darkness of the crowd, a glimmer flashed into my eyes from Hannah’s cheeks.
"What are you going to call her?" Jack glanced over at me. I shrugged as I studied
I didn’t really get a glimpse of her. She was a blur in the corner of my eye. She was moving too fast to focus on. I turned around to see her in my shirt walking up fast to me. She looked horribly disturbed about something.
“Well in such cold weather my friends and I decided to go find random people to give a free trip to, as you can see we are part of the F.W.T.S” flashing her badge at us.
“Oh, that’s cool.” I whooped faintly, as we walked towards the wooden slide set and climbed up under the roof. “Ever thought about singing at coffee house?” Brad questioned, keeping eye contact with me. That’s one of the things I loved about him. He was able to keep eye contact with me the entire time during the conversation, plus his eyes were a very warm color of sky blue that was easy to fall into.
‘It’s not like I haven’t had dates’ he thought as he pictured the women that have flirted with him whenever his good friends would drag him to the bar. Those women that he had taken on dates had seemed vapid and shallow. They did not enjoy great literature or the simple pleasures of life.
I walked in her bedroom. There she was. I sat on the side of the bed.
Without knowing I began to sing along. Her eyes glow big as she stared at me.
As I remembered this time I realized that I shouldn’t care about others’ mean opinions and finding my friend was way more important than protecting myself from some silly opinions. So I ran immediately out the door and searched for my friend.
"and you know how i feel, goodbye my sweet prince" she gave me a kiss on the check and i just sat there. i sat there and watched her go off into a scary new place and all i could do was feel sorry for myself.