Sparks Fly (Random)

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards...

I stole a quick glance at him. He was there teen feet away from me, standing in the corner of the corridor, talking to his friends. They must’d told something funny because he laughed at whatever they were saying. I could see the wrinkles around his eyes when his mouth twitched upwards. Hell I could even count on every freckles on his nose from here. They were beautiful. He was beautiful. I’d been stalking him for almost a week now. Well . . . stalking sounded a little too extreme, watching. That was the proper word. Just watching, nothing more. I was too invisible for him to notice, and I kinda like that, sometimes. I meant, it was nice being invisible, I could take as much as of him into my mind, without him knowing what I was doing. But I also wanted him to notice me. To aware of my presence. That was never going to happen, though. Lets face it. He was the most adorably gorgeous, model-looking boy in this school, while me. I was just an ordinary average girl with nothing special that didn’t even worth a second glance. Him and me, we were like a bright shinny diamond adjoining with a rock, a very ugly rock. No hope for me.

I’d had a crush on him since forever, but it grew even stronger since last week. Normally I would stay away from boy like him. Trouble I called him. Well... actually I called all boys troubles, because they only know how to break your heart. But it all changed for him. Last week in biology class when he noticed my existence for the very first time. Because Mr. Ranch our biology teacher paired us together as lab partners (bless you Mr. Ranch). He was so nice, and sweet, and polite. At first I thought he was just being nice because he had to. But even after the class was over, he kept the act. He even offered to help me with my bag because my two hands were too busy carrying books. And he did, he walked me to my locker, helped me put the stupid textbooks and even winked at me.

“You shouldn’t have brought too much books to school you know, we have plenty here.” He said that time, he looked at me with a grin in the corner of his mouth.

I hid my face in my locker, trying to control my heartbeat and obviously tomato-red face.

“Well . . . I have to, I mean unlike some people I’m not really smart, I need a lot of help.” I mumbled.

“You’re pretty smart for me.”

My jaw dropped, did he just—

“Well . . . I’m hungry, do you wanna head to cafetaria with me?”

“No, I uh . . . I need to sort something off here.” I tried to look at him. He was looking down at me—because I was shorter than him. His lips formed a smile, such a beautiful smile I forgot how to breath for a moment.

“’Kay then. I’ll leave you with your thing. Bye, dimples!”

He called me dimples. My world just turned upside down.

He was a storm, coming my way and I was just a house of cards, waiting to be crushed.

You're the kind of reckless

That should send me runnin'

But I kinda know that I won't get far

           

It was starting to feel like a dream. Ever since that sweet two minutes in front of my locker, I seemed to back being invisible again for him. He never talked to me or even said hi to me if we unaccidentally passed on the corridor. And I was impatiently waiting for our next biology class. The only time he would acknowledge me, eventhough only as a lab partner.

The day had finally came. I sat nervously on our table, glancing around looking for him. And there he was, walking all confidently into the class. Smiled, and high-fived to almost half of the class. He was the people’s person. He easily made friends, so no wonder everybody likes him, including me.

He threw his backpack into our table and sat.

“Hi.” He gave me that cocky smile, one hand running down his dark hair absent-mindedly, making me want him more.

“Hi . . .” I smiled back, no dimples this time? Not my lucky day, damn he might even forgot he called me that the last time.

“So . . . what are we going to learn today?”

“Well . . . we passed chapter 5 last week, so we’ll move on to chapter 6 now.  Invertebrate.” I said as reading my textbook.

“Ah, so does this mean we’re gonna have some poor worms today to be operated?” he took his own textbook and start flipping through the pages.

“Ew . . . I hope not. I hate worms.”

He looked up at me with humor in his eyes. “Do you?”

“Yeah . . . they disgusted me, the way they move, ew.” I shivered. Worms and frogs were big no no for me.

He laughed, and my stomach twitched.

“You shouldn’t told me that you know, because now I have this funny idea in my head.” He winked, again. Oh God, if having to face some nasty worms to get that wink again, I’d definitely went through that.

“You wouldn’t.” I shook my head, ignoring the butterflies in my gut.

“We’ll see.” He grinned, as Mr. Ranch walked into the class.

But fortunately—or was it unfortunate—we skipped the chapter 5, because the lab was running out of worms, so Mr. Ranch demanded us to bring our own for next week. I didn’t know whether I should be cheering or crying for that.

“You’re save for now, dimples.” He said to me after the bell rang and we were about to left the class.

He called me dimples again, my inner god was doing a triumph dance hearing that.

             

“Are you serious?” I raised a brow at him. “ I swear if you do something funny I will ask Mr. Ranch for a partner switch.” Lie, I wouldn’t do that even if he shoved a life writhing worm down my throat. But a girl had to have dignity, hadn’t she?

He threw his head back, laughing. The lines around his eyes were crinkling into little webs, he looked so happy, so carefree, and also so perfect at the same time. Praise Lord for creating such a human being like him.

“Come on, I’m just kidding. Are you that afraid of it?”

“I told ya. I would scream at the top of my lungs even if I see it from afar. Now we don’t wanna make a scene in biology class, do we?” I slung my backpack to my shoulder, he mirrored my action. Then together we walked out the class.

“”Kay . . . ‘Kay . . . I wont do anything then. Jeez, dimples, you’re such a chick.”

“I am a chick.” I rolled my eyes, “and one more thing. Why do you call me dimples?”

He gave me that cocky smile again, “because you have those cute dimples when you smile.” He poked my cheek.

My skin burnt where it meet his. I was blushing, did he notice that?

“I don’t.” I looked down, hiding my face.

“Well you do.” He tapped my head. “I gotta run, my next class is history and I can’t be late. See ya, dimples.” And with that he walked away. I  dared myself to looked up now. Watching him gone. He said I had cute dimples, he touched me—well a little poke that barely touched my skin but still. He thought my dimples were cute!

I thought I’d just fallen in love. No, I couldn’t. He was a trouble. Boys were troubles. I should’d ran. Ran as fast as I could. Ran away from him, from his captivated cocky smile, from his masculine scent. But if I ran, I wasn’t sure I’d get that far.

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

I was enjoying my lunch that typical usual day, with my nose buried in a book. I always ate either with an open book or an open laptop to avoid people. I wasn’t much a people’s person. I was bad at socializing. I had friends of course, but they were still stuck with their last-time-homework-doing in the library, so I was on my own this time. I read The Fault In Our Starts, I’d read this book a dozen times yet still crying everytime I reached the part when—nah I wasn’t gonna give you spoilers, in case you hadn’t read the book ( but seriously tho if you hadn’t read the book what was wrong with you?).

I heard someone pulled the chair in front of me, and sat there. I didn’t bother to look, because like I said, I didn’t want a company.

“The Fault In Our Stars. I read that.” A voice said. I lowered my book immediately, to look at the owner of the voice. Victor. What the hell was he doing on my table?

He grinned at me, “it’s a great book. Had me in tears if I can be honest.”

I hoped he didn’t hear the sound of my pulse jumping uncontrollably in my veins. Did he not know what that grin did to me, or what his simply presence did to me? Did he do that on purpose because he just like to embarrassed me?

“You can cry?” Instead I mocked at him, ignoring my body’s reaction towards him which by the way I was getting really good at.

“What? Do you think I’m heartless?”

“Oh you have a heart? Really?”

He laughed. That laugh.

“I’m a very sensitive man, you know. I just don’t show it much.” He leaned back on the chair, lifted his legs up on the table. So he was planning to stay.

“Why don’t I believe that.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Well . . . I can prove it to you. The premiere of  TFIOS movie is this Saturday right? Why don’t you let me take you to watch it then we’ll see whether I have a heart or not.”

My heart fell. Suddenly all my body felt boneless. I turned into a jell-o as his words sank in.

Did . . . He . . . Just . . . Ask . . . Me . . . To . . . Go . . . On . . . A . . . Date?

My inner god screamed so loud my ears ringing. She was doing a messy cartwheel while jumping up and down, up and down, up and down made me want to join her. And the butterflies in my stomach were exploded into confetti showering my gut with warm ticklish feeling I didn’t know I could feel.

“So what do you think?” His voice pulled me back into reality.

I realized I was just staring stupidly at him, with my mouth open, I must’d looked so ridiculous; good thing I wasn’t drooling.

“Uh . . . Yeah, that’s a good idea. We’ll see what your heart is made of.” I managed to smile, I didn’t know how.

He smirked. He put down his legs and leaned towards me, “good, then it’s a date.” He winked.

He was so close, close enough for me to grab and kiss that soft full lips of his. My head, my mind, my heart, even my gut were screaming his name. All of them cheering in triumph. I wished he couldn’t hear them.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain'cause

I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really something,

You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be.

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

But with you I know it's no good

And I could wait patiently but

I really wish you would . . .

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.

Just keep on keeping your eyes on me,

it's just wrong enough to make it feel right.

And lead me up the staircase

Won't you whisper soft and slow?

I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror for I didn’t know how much times, I lost count. I wanted to make everything perfect. Wanted me to look perfect. I’d spent my whole weekend trying all the clothes I had. From dresses to blouses to shirts and back to dresses. I didn’t know what I should wear. This was my first date. Pathetic, I knew. But I’d never have a guy asked me out on a date before, not even the geeks in my school let alone now the super cute guy who also happened to be my crush. I panicked. I tore my closet apart. I tried to put every makes up I had which made me look more like a clown than pretty. So I removed them, and did them again a little too much then removed them again. I wondered how pretty girls in movies managed to do all this shit on their own.

In the end, my choice fell to a pair of gray jeans, a simple white blouse a blue cardigan and a black boots. I put a little eyeliner, mascara and lipgloss. Natural, that was enough. I didn’t look pretty but I didn’t look bad either. I wanted to be myself. Well if Vic liked me—which had only 0.0000009% chance to happen—I wanted him to like me the way I was. Guys who only looked girls from their appearances disgusted me.

He picked me up at 7 pm sharp. I met him in the front porch, my mom reminded me about my curfew—11 pm in the weekend—and up up we went.

He didn’t talk much on our way to the cinema. If I didn’t know better I would assume he was nervous. But why would he be nervous. He was perfect, wearing that black Levi’s, a plain green T-shirt and black jacket. He looked like a model in the runway. And there was me, awkward, sweating like a pig, heart thudding loudly in my rib-cage. And I cursed myself of not using more perfume, more make up, or more decent clothes. The ride felt so long I started to consider jumping out of the car just to see how he would react. When he finally turned the car into the parking lot.

He bought us tickets and I bought the popcorn and bought myself some tissues because I knew I would bawling my eyes out. Then we went in to the theater and found our seats.

I was right. I cried. I cried the whole time. I was such a mushy. But movies and books always got me, especially when my favorite characters died. I would be a mess. He didn’t cry of course. Well he pretended to. He took my tissue and wipe his perfectly dry eyes, it made me laugh and later chocked on my own tears. I did not want to imagine how terrible I must’d looked.

“See I was right you have no heart!” I sticked out my tongue at him, my voice was still nasal from crying. The movie was over and now were walking down the park near the cinema, getting some fresh air.

He giggled, “just because I didn’t cry doesn't mean I don’t have a heart. I feel sad for Augustus. But I cant cry for him, it’ll be weird.”

“How so?” I looked up at him, the lights from the running cars on the road were dashing over his face. Made his beautiful green eyes somehow sparkling. He looked down at me, smiling. I felt my face heat up under his look, but this time I didn’t look away. I wanted to look at his eyes, watching their beauty, and soon I found myself sinking.

“Well . . . He is a guy and I am a guy. It’ll be awkward for crying over a guy, beside he already has Hazel Grace, you and all chick in this world to cry over him.”

I nudged his shoulder, “yeah find your excuses.”

He laughed, “but seriously though. If I had no heart how could I feel love?”

“Oh you’re in love?” I looked away now, I couldn’t face him when my heart was broken. Of course he was in love. How could he not. He probably just asked me out now to talked about it. To asked for my help with the girl he loved because he was too shy to say it himself. How could I be so foolish thinking he actually liked me. But he did say this was a date, so could I might be, got my hopes high? Would it be wrong to thought he was talking about me?

“Yeah, I am.” He said softly. There was no crinkles now, no smiles, no grins, he was being serious. “But I don’t know if she loves me back.”

He was definitely not talking about me. Because even the blind would realize that I fell head over heels for him by the way I called his name, the way I acted near him, the way I was drooling everytime I looked at him. Suddenly I felt tears forming in my eyes. The butterflies that once flying on my heart were gone replaced by a deep scratch of pain.

“Oh . . .” I said, clearing my throat. “Who is she?” I asked eventhough I had no interest to know who she was.

“A girl.” He ran his fingers through his hair, “at school. I’ve spent sometimes with her now. And I relize that she was a very very nice and great girl. But she doesn’t seem to realize that. She likes to hide herself. Sometimes it’s bugging me you know, how she doesn’t see the beautiful inside her. I want to be the one to told her that, I just don’t know how.” He shrugged.

“Well . . . you shoud talk to her then.” It came a bit harsh, damn I should’d known how to control myself. He couldn’t know that I was upset, “I mean . . . how can she know that if you never tell her.”

He nodded, but didn’t say anything. I felt something dripping on to my head, I looked up and saw drizzel began to fall. It was going to rain, fast.

“It’s raining.” I said to him as more water dripping on to my body. “We should get back.”

He smiled at me, “why? You afraid of rain too?”

“No, I’m afraid of getting wet.” I shouted. The rain was falling, soon we’d be soaking wet.

“Come on, getting a little wet isn’t that bad.” He stretched out his arms as if inviting the rain to come to him. Around us people started to ran searching for a shelter, some took off their umbrellas and opened them, passing through us with quick steps. We were the only ones in the park now. And we were getting wet.

“Fine.” I snorted. Okay if he wanted to talk more about his love one, I could just let the rain washed away my tears, he wouldn’t notice.

“You don’t wanna know who the girl I’m in love with?” He tilted his head looking at me.

I didn’t want to answer that. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to care. But I couldn’t say that to him, so I shrugged, and acted as careless as I could.

             

“Who?”

He took a deep breath for a moment, his hair was wet. To my surprise, he took both of my hands and hold it tight. He looked deep into my eyes, those butterflies were back now, my inner god was waiting with all her fingers crossed. And the next words that came out of his mouth flew me to the ninth sky.

“You.” He said softly, “I’m falling in love with you, dimples.”

Time stopped, I forgot who I was, or what I was doing. I forgot how to inhaled oxygen in to my lungs. If it wasn’t because his hands that holding mine, I would had fell on to the gravel now, face first. He said it. He admitted that he loved me. I didn’t hear what words my inner god was shouting. I didn’t feel the cold the rain brought. My heart was warm, it was burning. The heat got into my blood system and spread through my body, even reached my fingertips.

“Well?” He said, waiting for my answer.

“Pinch me.” I whispered.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Pinch me so I know this isn’t a dream.” I grinned at him. He grinned back.

“Well . . . I wouldn’t pinch you. But I would kiss you.”

And then he bend down close to me, his lips found mine. His arms rest in my waist, and my hands automatically wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I was right, his lips were soft, and sweet and tasted like mint. I didn’t care about the rain I didn’t care if people watching us, I didn’t care if we were soaking wet. All I cared about, all I could feel was him. The way his lips moved with mine, his weight when he pressed his body against mine, the curls on his hair as I ran down my fingers thorough it. Everything else was forgotten, it was just us. And the sparks fly.

The light went wild, there was firework everywhere. In my head, in my mind, in my heart, in my stomach, even coming out from our united bodies.

Forgot that I once though he was a trouble. Forgot that I was invisible for him, I was not pretty enough, I was the ugly rock. Even now and then, the ugly duckling would find her prince, right?

Drop everything now,

Meet me in the pouring rain,

Kiss me on the sidewalk,

Take away the pain

'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

And the sparks fly...

Oh, baby, smile...

And the sparks fly...

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by Taylor Swift's Sparks Fly.