Chapter 1
How I Met Him.
At the time I had been captivated with another. A boy, that is. He had this body to him, the body of a god, starting from his broad shoulders and tight chest. His head was adorned with thick brown hair that covered part of his left eye. His eyes underneath were a green color, not like a normal green, but a dark green that you could look into and be nothing but perplexed by the color. His lips were thin and pink and his teeth shined bright when he smiled, he was truely a god among men.
He sat there on the white stone wall behind the school, he watched the sky as his brown hair whisked in the summer breezes. We had dated before, it was a shallow, lustful relationship. There was no sweet breaths of romance, no words of love, just hot days followed by even hotter nights. We watched each other on that last day, his eyes meeting mine in a silent confrence of forgotten lustings. No one else could see our eyes talking, the affair between my little blue orbs and his dark green ones. I walked to him, he saw me the way I saw him, we smiled and no more was needed for memories to flood back. I flipped my raven black hair over my shoulder and removed the top shirt, revealing a white tanktop underneath. We both knew that this may be the last day I was there, which was what the looks were for. I never truely would forget him, how could I?
I heard my name, a voice carried over the buildings of the school, a voice that was almost held up by the rays by the sun. It carried to my ears and I listened gently. It was my friend, Kirsta. She walked over to the wall, her long brown hair flowing in the breeze, she fixed her black, rectangular glasses looking down her nose. Her eyes were outlined with a thick layer of eyeliner and mascara making her brown eyes seem darker than what they appeared. She called my name again as I got off the wall to greet her.
I was to walk her home that day, there was no problem. I had offered out of a guilty concience that told me to do it. We walked back to the wall together, I hopped up and placed myself close to him, taking his arms and wrapping them around me, showing teritory to any other female that passed by. I turned to Kirsta and smiled, her face went dark. She hated us together, me and him, she wanted to protect me from everything and when she watched that happen she was speechless for a moment.
She signaled for me to follow her, I rolled my eyes and complied. I left him on the wall waving then returning to his cool laid back expression.
Kirsta walked to the library across the street from the school, running inside the white lines painted in the street, ending up saftely on the other side with me hand in hand with her. She walked into the red and brown bricked building, as the door opened I felt the cool air from the conditioner hit my face. A short relief from the hot sun and warm breeze that followed that was refreshing sometimes but most of the time just made you feel hotter and dryer. I basked in the coolness of the room and watched Kirsta march towards the counter talking to the tall blonde haired boy that stood there. He was plain looking, but she had a secret thing for him that she wouldn't admit and she giggled lightly as he spoke. I followed her trail to the blonde. He was very good looking, his strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes had a simple innocence to him, although this is not the "him" I mentioned before. The boy I met that took my breath away was over at a small table flipping through his phone. I was bored, leaning on the counter looking at an assortmant of various bookmarks that said stuff like "reading is fun" on them. The glint of his glasses is was caught my eye. He wore glasses just like Kirsta, small stupid looking glasses that were in a rectangular shape. He had hair that simply just hung around his face, not showing much, but a small glint of light, reflecting from the window. He was so plain, nothing more than a common boy, nomally passed by any other person but he intrigued me.
Kirsta saw me looking away from the bookmarks and followed my gaze, I don't know what it is about women and sensing when another likes a boy but Kirsta realized everything instantly, even before I did. I walked towards the boy unconciously, my cheeks grew red and my tongue swole up, not the kind of reaction I'm used to. I sucked it up and said hi. He looked at me, a question in his eyes, large brown eyes. He has small soft looking pink lips that he bit into when I greeted him. He looked behind me and around then back at his phone. I saw his face and an odd chill ran up my spine. He had soft cheeks that were flustered and red, looking as if he were blushing, his skin was white and clear, not a single blemish. His nose was small and strait I watched him for a second, but he ignored my presence. I walked towards my flirtatious friend and her little blonde crush. She picked up her books and grabbed my hand smiling and waving at the counter boy.
we walked out and I watched the building get smaller, the boy walked out and looked around, running towards me, I squinted at him realizing he was trying to catch up. I stopped and waited for him. He was out of breath when he got to me.
"Hi" He said. He smiled, which made me smile a small shy little smile.
"Hi" I said back.
"Sorry about before" He said. I giggled. I never giggled, but it was a shy, girly little giggle. I laughed making myself look strange to this boy I never met before. There was an odd silence as he looked at me, perhaps it was only odd to me but the silence killed me. His face was still a bright red over his peach colored skin. I must have looked normal to him because he was oblivious to my emotions. Kirsta's eyes darted back and forth between me and him. She inched closer towards me, a smirk played on her face. I blushed a bit, she leaned against my shoulder and looked down her glasses, she looked evil from the perspective I had. I focused on him a bit and smiled. I began to walk, asking him which way he went, glad to hear he had to go in the same direction as me. He shoved his phone in his jeans pocket. His jeans were a dark green, like the color of an olive, his shirt was brown, words were written on it in a list I didn't get the chance to read before we began to walk towards Kirsta's house
 
 
 
Chapter 2
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness
When you find something amazing, you try to never let it go. I followed that boy to his home and I could never leave. I walked in, it was cool, but somehow when you looked around it made your heart grow warmer. His mother was like one out of those movies, she had rosy cheeks and scuttled around the house the way you'd expect a mother to. It was hard for me to grasp that there were people like that. He led me through his home, back into one room that was his. He looked at his feet and they scuffed at the carpet, he looked nervous. I looked in his room, the walls were white, but were covered in hundreds of posters from games and shows. His bed was high up, and was covered in a purple comforter. He blurted out nervously
"Its a really comfy blanket, I've had it forever, dont make fun of it"
I laughed, I never even really thought of it. I tugged at my backpack, and brought it to the floor of his room, the carpet was thick and white, my blue sneakers sunk into it. It looked soft, the kind that you could sit on the floor without it being cold and hard like at my house. I should have seen everything coming, I turned to him and blushed, opening my mouth a bit to speak but falling on my words.
"Whats your name again?" He asked sensing my desire to speak.
"My name is Emily" I said.
His name was Leon. I remember when he said it, I thought it sounded familiar, like it was out of a game or something which is what I would have guessed. His parents didn't look like game people though, they looked, well, normal. I always liked that name after that moment, when he said it, it played in my mind quiety, repeating itself. I could image saying that name more often.
The minute I jumped into his bed and looked at him I felt like everything was right for once. His blankets were light and fluffy. They were comforting soft clouds on his bed. My head touched his pillow and my body warmed up from this feeling. I had wished for this kind of feeling my whole life, something that made me feel, wonderful. He sat on the end of his bed, my world went in slow motion, every sense I had went crazy, they reacted to everything differently. My heart beat slowly as I looked at him. His head was lowered, his hair covered all the expression. I crawled up to him and put my head on his shoulder. I had only met this boy, but when I had my cheek pressed to his shoulder I felt my hands tingle. I ran my hand up and down his arm. He didn't even stop me. I felt closer to him than anybody at that moment, even boyfriends in the past that held me never made me feel so amazing. I felt like I had known him my whole life. He lifted his head and looked at me, his face was completely scarlet. I kissed him, there at that moment. It was impulsive and sponteaneous. His lips were soft and warm, lips are always that way, at least in stories they are, but his were different like they were untouchable. I closed my eyes, afraid to open them and see his reaction. I stopped and turned in the other direction. I slid off the bed and sat in the chair in front of the computer for a minute. I sensed him looking at me through the back of my head.
He came up from behind me and place his hands on the back of the chair I was sitting on.
"Wh-What was that for?" He asked stumbling over his first words.
"I don't know. I was comforable" I flinched at the words that came out of my mouth, that wasn't really the best explination. He looked at me. I melted inside. He has eyes, plain brown eyes, like pools of melted chocolate, his face was still flushed, I had to have figured out that they were always going to be like that. His hair was long, it looked shorter in the library but as he stood there I noticed that it was shoulder length. It was strange to be captured completely by this boy, it felt different from other boys. I smiled at him warmly, I watched him look at me, his eyes grew bigger and his lip quivered, like some small animal.
How is it that not but a few moments ago I was mezmerized by another male, one that there was no comparison to but now I was hit hard by something that is merly nothing at all. I could so easily walk away but when you find happiness like the kind I felt in his presence, in his room, in his eyes, you wanted to persue this happiness for the rest of your life.
"Why did you turn away?" Leon asked, my heart stopped for a few moments. I didn't reply, I simply stood up and nervously walked around. I went into the hallway outside his room, looking down and back up memorizing each simple detail of his home. They had quite a few rooms, although it seemed to just be him and his parents. He was one of the lucky ones to have both of his parents living under the same roof.
I walked outside. Everything was green and beautiful, I was in a fairytale book for the time being and it's hard to think that everything around him was so perfect. I propped myself against a tree looking at him as he followed me, walking towards me, I would never get tired of watching him follow me.