The rain had soaked my boots and wet my hair, I knew for sure that I would catch a cold. However, uncharacteristic of me, I didn't care. Instead, I continued to walk beside a boy that's been invisible to me until now. Maybe it was the misty air or the angle of the street lights that made me see him so differently. His eyes seemed much more kinder and his smile became more sincere. Usually, I would see him towering over me, making some sort inappropriate comment towards my body. I can't help but adore this new side of him, when he is just casually talking to me. His voice was pretty raspy and rough, but it sounded like a melody to me. I didn't even know that he had a mole on his neck, it wasn't like he ever hid it before. I just couldn't stop my thoughts from wandering.
What made me think so differently about him now? Maybe because his attitude now demonstrated that he respected me and thought I was more than just a pretty face. He was more than a perverted brute. I made sure that my replies weren't too short and weren't too long, so that I wouldn't intimidate him to stop talking. Now that I thought about it, he doesn't talk that much. In fact, I talked to his brothers way more that him. He seemed more like Brick's mindless follower than someone even capable of complex thought. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to him and I tried to understand his perspective. It was if a blind person was finally gifted sight. I hate the feeling where you're cheeks start to hurt because of smiling too much, but I couldn't stop. I can't help but enjoy the casual conversation we were having. At the beginning it was quiet and awkward, but I ached for conversation. What started this conversation in the first place? I thought long and hard until I came up with an answer.
Of course, why wouldn't it be her.
Earlier, I had asked him if he was attending Buttercup's game tomorrow, to which he replied, "Yeah I'm gonna go and make fun of her if she loses, you?"
I'm so stupid. I tell myself over and over again. All the butterflies in my stomach were in vain. My thoughts of his rich green eyes looking straight at me diverted their attention to my sister. It made so much sense, they almost always had a mutual respect for each other. Meanwhile, he doesn't think of me as anything more than an attractive person. He and I had nothing in common. It would be a mistake for there to ever be a relationship between us. But I wanted to make that mistake.