A Short Story: Green-eyed Girl; Brown-eyed Boy

     Once upon a time, there was a girl. This girl had light green eyes. She had just switched high schools as a freshman. She was going to the school she had fallen in love with as a child. Her very best friend went there, he was a sophomore. He was the person she could always count on to pick her up when she had fallen. She stayed close to him because she didn’t know many of his other friends, except for one who took it upon himself to introduce her to everyone in their circle of friends. He had shown her another boy. This boy had amazing brown eyes. They made her fall in love every time she looked into them.

     She started asking her friends about him. He had flirted with her, but she wasn’t sure if it was really flirting or if that was the way he normally acted. Time went by; more people could tell she was attracted to this brown-eyed boy. She had fallen for him, and he had fallen for her. He asked her out one Tuesday in October and she, of course, said yes.
    
     Every day that they were together she fell for him more and more. Four days into their relationship, she had gone over to his house for a party. They were inseparable. It was obvious that they were together. Even a blind man could see that. They shared their first kiss outside of his house before she had to go home. She was speechless. All she could do was hug him closer, for speaking would only ruin the moment. They looked into each other’s eyes, foreheads pressed together, and smiled.

     It had been almost two weeks of them being together. It was a Monday. He was being very distant with her. He didn’t hug her good morning, hold her hand, he barely even talked to her. She knew that something was wrong, but didn’t know exactly what. She became more and more nervous. She wondered why he was so very distant, until it was the end of lunch. She walked with him around the corner to say goodbye before he went to P.E. She was hugging him, when he started to speak. His words cut like glass. He spoke so softly; he was so nonchalant about it. He said they should be friends. She reluctantly agreed, gave him once last meaningful hug, and went off to class.

     Tears formed in her eyes in that science class and after school when she broke the news to her friend. She decided it wouldn’t hold her back. She told herself she didn’t care. That was a lie though because the very next night, she couldn’t stop crying. Her tears lasted until she fell asleep and started again when she woke up. She spoke not a word to her grandmother on the way to school. She was early that morning. She had seen him, standing the same way he always stood. She felt the tears threaten to stain her cheeks, so she turned and walked to another friend. She cried all through 1st period. She cried before and after her 2nd period. She cried on her best friend’s shoulder at break, after he shooed the boy that had made her so sad away. 3rd period came and she walked to class. The tears once again formed in her eyes, but did not fall. She decided to stop her crying, she was only embarrassing herself. 4th, 5th, and 6th period all flew by. There were no more tears for the rest of the day.

     As the days moved on, she still hung around the brown-eyed boy. She still had feelings for him, but tried to hide them. She laughed with him just as she had before. Things were getting back to the way they had been. They started becoming closer once more, as close as they were when the feelings first developed. A glimmer of hope struck her. All she could think about again was him, and what all of his gestures had meant.

     It was an evening in January when her friend had taken her phone and sent a text message to the boy. He was being himself, as usual. She said that they should meet up the next day and hang out; he agreed. They began a game of Truth of Dare. He chose dare and she said two simple words, “Kiss me.” Their game went on longer, until they both fell asleep.
The very next day they had met up in town and spent almost the entire day together. They kissed each other, held hands, and cuddled. It was as if they were together, and she wished they had been. So many times after their kisses, three words wanted to escape her mouth. Three words that she had never told him before, “I love you.” She held those words in though, she didn’t want to scare him off and have him think that she was in way over her head. She asked him what that made them, he replied happy because he was happy with her and she could tell. She asked what it made them relationship wise and he told that they would find out next Tuesday when they got back to school.

     It is now Sunday night and she is worried that she messed things up because he hasn’t talked to her. She doesn’t want to lose what is just barely within her grasp. She loves him; she loves him very much. She is trying not to freak out, but can’t seem to calm down.

     The green-eyed girl fell in love with a brown-eyed boy.