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A/N on 1/16/2021: WOW! I wrote this years ago. It was fun to create the beautiful world that came to my mind when I wrote this. I remember writing this and just going with whatever came to my mind. Thanks for the read & ranking, everyone :]
Did you expect that? I bet you didn't. Because I didn't expect it too. It came out of of the blue, really. We weren't even that great of friends. We just, well, clicked. We didn't agree on everything, which only left us with at most three compatibilities, and that was it. That didn't seem to be much of a problem for us. It just worked for us. "It" being something that became a mutual feeling between us. I'm talking as if it was 'love at first sight' or something. No, it was definitely not. Matter of fact, we never really talked. You were known for the guy with the "smooth, melodic voice" and maybe you didn't know, but I was known for my ambitious ways and extra long, curly black hair. I didn't care too much about hearing your voice though because, honestly, I didn't care for people. Harsh, but true. I never really gave people the chance to understand me and most people didn't want to waste their breath on me, that is, after I would barely mumble a slight, yet forced 'thank you' to those who comment on how beautiful my hair is or how silky, smooth it looks. I just wasn't much of a talker.
The day I entered your classroom, my duty being to deliver papers and get out, I didn't. Well, eventually I did, but not too soon. You were in the middle of a solo, barely noticing my entrance. Your eyes flickered in my direction and left me paralyzed in my position. The gaze wasn't too long-- it was just a second, but it was a second enough to let me know the color of your eyes: topaz. But it was your voice that made me stay a little longer than I should of. The song you were singing so perfectly was called "Home" by Michael Bublé. Your voice wasn't exactly like his, but it was much better. At least in my opinion. I could remember how your lids seem to droop down as if it were to close, but slowly opened itself up when a high note interrupted the low notes. It was rich; Filled with so much power, yet love. Pure love to the song. The rumors were also right: You indeed had the smooth, melodic voice. I felt almost drawn in to you, just letting myself slightly sway to the rhythm of the music. I didn't notice I stayed for half of the song, and had begin doing so, when I looked at the stand full of students and notice they weren't just looking at you, they were looking at me too. I fled afterwards, my face not hiding any type of bewilderment. The door banged to a loud shut behind me startling my numb body. I barely made two steps before you came out after me, slightly pulling me back by the arm. I landed with my back perched against a locker, one in which was being used. The bewilderment hadn't changed on my face, yet I was shocked too.
"What?" I scowled at you trying to control my thoughts that seemed to not settle. To my surprise, I struggled to control my breathing as well. How long had I stopped breathing before I let out almost a loud, yet much needed breath. I stared at you for a long moment just to read any form of expression on your face. It was blank.
"Did you not like my song? Or my voice? What?" You asked almost harshly although confusion seemed to fill your voice more.
I didn't answer right away. Instead, I took the time I needed to answer. Why had it mattered so much anyways? Pursing my lips together, I nodded. "I did like your voice and your music," I replied calmly, hoping to keep my shaky voice as even as it could manage.
The light in the hall seemed to have made your eyes brighter now that I replied. Your face wasn't as blank anymore. I believe I saw a slight smile before you nodded and walked off. I watched you enter the class and the door shutting soundlessly behind you. I noticed how your stroll seemed almost too defined: one step, two step. Your jeans clung to your skin, proving the calf muscles you had. The last bit I saw was your light brown, wavy hair before it disappeared. I stood there, still in shock of our encounter.
That was the first time we had spoken to each other, and the first time I noticed you. Of course I've seen you around, but that was when you seemed to be in my way. Anyways, after that I became aware that we were casually bumping into each other now. You always with the friendly grin and me with my failed smile. I wasn't exactly new to smiling at home, but I was new to it here. I wondered why I even bothered to smile back. Maybe it was because you were the only person to smile at me, and besides brushing you off like I would with most people, I let you in. I didn't expect too, but looking at you made me want to.
I acted on the spot the next time I had seen you starting up with the best word ever, "Hey." I tried on my best smile and hopefully, it worked.
You didn't notice I was there because you were studying a music piece given to you. The class was empty considering it was lunch time. I concluded in my mind you were in the class room when I couldn't find your face. When I found you, I immediately felt the urge to see your face. I waited in those slow two seconds for you to look up and when you did, I couldn't pry my eyes off of you. There was a scar beneath your left eye, a little one, but surely noticeable. Before you even spoke a word, I dashed towards you and found my hands cupping your face lightly, eying the scar closely.
"What happened?" I almost screamed out, but I composed myself in time to restrain my worried voice. You grabbed my hands and pulled them away slowly, prying each finger off one by one.
A slight chuckle escaped from your lips before you answered in a soft whisper, "I'm okay. Paper scratch." The concerned washed off of my face before I had the time to realize I probably looked silly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I barely got the words out before I started quickly towards the door. Silence filled the air for hours it seemed before you spoke up as soon as I had reached the door.
"Was there something you needed?" You asked loud enough for me to hear. I spun around to answer facing you, thinking it would be less rude. I figured out why you seemed so loud. We were only a couple of inches before rubbing each other's noses.
"My name is Ashton," You said softly and leaned closer towards me, as if you were to kiss me. But you didn't. You only inhaled me.
"I'm Scarlet," I manage to squeak out before you take my hand and lead me towards the stands. What felt like hours later only to be fifteen minutes that had passed, I learned we did not have much in common, but it seemed as if that was the least of our worries. We just, well, clicked. And that is why when I look at you now, before telling you yes to your proposal, I am so thankful for the day I entered that classroom.
"Yes," I say in a much more louder voice than the past. A much more strong, open voice. I am changed because of you, Ashton, and I am happy because of you.
