Chasing Butterflies- Ryden

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--Brendon--

Some people don't believe in 'love at first sight.' They think its just bullshit. I think the reason why the reason why they don't believe is because they've never experienced true love. Well, I believe in 'love at first sight.' In fact, I started believing a few minutes ago.

I watch the honey-eyed boy chase around a weird flying object. The object disappeared somewhere, and the boy walked up to a tree.

Out of curiousity, I find myself walking towards him.

The boy stood only a few feet in front of me, staring at the tree. I took a few steps closer, but slowly. I didn't want to scare him.

I was curious about what he was staring at, so I took a few more slow steps. Soon, I was just 5 steps away from him.

He wasn't staring at the tree, I had realized. He was watching a butterfly. The insect had flapped its chocolate brown wings and the boy raised his arms.

He started to cup his hands to capture it, but then I blurted out, "That's not the way to do it."

You idiot. I punished myself.

He smiled sheepishly and looked down.

"Will you teach me?" He asks.

I nod and step forward slowly. I take his hands into mine, switching his cupped fingers to a pointed index finger. I feel my cheeks heating up, and I was scared that he would notice me blushing.

I glance up at his face and he was still watching the butterfly. I could tell that he was excited. I moved his hand to the tree bark, sliding his finger carefully against the bark and towards the butterfly.

It flapped its wings a bit, but then stopped. I slid the boy's finger next the butterfly's legs. He started sliding his finger under its stomach, and then its legs clung onto his fingertip.

He moved his hand away from the bark slowly, and he smiled again. His smile was so cute, I could feel my cheeks getting warmer.

"Thanks, I've never been able to catch these things. Its just so difficult." He says, staring at the butterfly.

And then he froze. He gazed into my eyes, and then he gazed at the butterfly's wings. He went back and forth between my eyes and its wings.

"This butterfly's wings are the same shade as your eyes," He looked back at me, "What's your name?"

"Brendon." I say.

"Then I think this butterfly's name should be Red." I smile at how strange the boy is.

"Red? But its wings are brown." I state.

No shit, Sherlock. I curse myself.

"I know. But if you take your name and take some letters out, it would be Red. And plus," He stared at his shoes, "The letter R is in my full name."

"What's your full name, then?" I feel like a stalker.

"George Ryan Ross the Third." He answers politely.

George Ryan Ross the Third.

"That's a long name, but I would've never thought of naming a butterfly Red. You're amazing, George." I say.