I can see her from across the crowded living room. She is sitting on one of the couches her head bent over a small book on her lap. Her long dark brown hair falls over her face and her blue tips brush the pages of the book. She wasn't paying attention to the loud music or the drunk high school kids stumbling and dancing. Only her book.
My brother punches my shoulder from behind me and grasps my shoulders. "They say that if you look at a person long enough they will look back." He looks at the girl with blue highlights.
I turn my head away and stare at him. "They is me. And how do you know I was staring at her?" I raise my eyebrows and question him.
"It doesn't matter who said it. What matters is that you go talk to the freaking beautiful girl. Now go!" He shoves me forward.
I stumble forward and look back at my brother. "Who says I was ever going to talk to her? You should know better than anyone. I don't talk to girls. It's more like I mumbling sound." I said. He gives me a questioning look. "I'm going." I turn around and slowly walk towards the girl with blue tips. "All I have to do is go sit by her and say hi." I give myself a small pep talk before I walk any farther.
I stop in front of the couch with the blue tipped girl. She doesn't look up from her book. I turn around, losing all my confidence and almost walk away when I hear her say. "If you want to sit, you can. The seats not taken or anything." Her voice is soft and sweet.
I turn around and look at her. She has round pale cheeks. Freckles are sprinkled across her cheeks and nose. Her eyes are a gray-blue color and her eyelashes are long. She isn't skinny but neither is she fat. She is wearing a Macklemore and Ryan Lewis tour shirt with bright orange skinny jeans. Her hand was resting on her book, probably marking her spot. She smiles up at me. "Hi, I'm Melora and I hate parties. I also need someone to talk to. So feel free to sit down."
I looked at her for a second. I sit down next to her and glance at her book. "What are you reading?" I don't know what else to say. So far Melora has done more talking then me. Melora looks at me quizzically. "What?"
She smiles and says, "Do you always ask people questions before you tell them your name?" She looks me over and smiles. "The book is called 'Looking for Alaska' By John Green." Pause, "Do you run or play Futball/soccer or something?"
I cross my eyes. How does she know. "Yeah. I run in the morning and play Futball/Soccer whenever I can and in the fall. Do you play any sports?"
A small smirk appears on her face. "Of course I do. I run and I'm in Marching Band. But that is not important you still haven't told me your name. Embarrassed? I mean you are flirting with me, might as well tell me your name." She puts her book away in her bag
"Oh right." I stare at her a few seconds longer than needed. 'I can't remember my name. What is wrong with me?' Melora waves a hand in front of my face.
"Earth to cute boy! I need to know your name." Melora holds back laughter.
"It's Zylen."
"Unique. I like it." She stands up and takes a few steps forward. She stops and looks back. "Are you coming or not?" I stand up and quickly jog up next to her. "Good. I thought I scared you when I opened my mouth and started talking but I guess not. Well not yet at least." Melora grabbed my hand and pulled me out o the party. "Now let's go have a party of our own!"
