Cute Vignette

The day begins as normal, I wake up, Morning Light shines her way in through the blinds, blinding my eyes. I dress, and leave the house to wait for my bus to school. It arrives, doors open, I enter and begin walking up the aisle when, I see her. She doesn’t notice me, but I notice her. Young and youthful face with cheeks lightly flushed, nose dainty and perfect, lips pink like Saturday lemonade, framed in hair blond like golden wheat. Her face changes direction, (Looking at me?)  And her eyes, oh! How the pools of deepening blue seem to draw me in. she sits alone, I approach, stumbling out of my lead-filled mouth comes a request for her (hand) seat. She looks, my eyes flee as though chased by biting dogs, and she smiles (at me?) and slides over. I sit, knees knocking, palms sweating, she looks at me, “Hi, I’m Heather,” (Heather, Heather, pretty as a feather) “I’m new to the school.” I fight the sudden fear that grips my heart and turn her way, “that-that’s ok” I say. “It’s n-n-not so bad after a while.” She looks worried, “Are you ok? You look cold, here take my hand,” her warm hand, smooth silk, light as cotton (Heather, Heather light as a feather) takes mine.

I feel sick, my legs move as my mind screams in protest (Heather, Heather, together forever!) I bolt, running up the aisle to sit next to a mousy boy with thick glasses, and a Spiderman lunchbox, my heart sinks, we reach school. Everyone is filing off, my heart sinks lower, and I know I will never see her again without a rush of heat to my face and a burning in my gut, a hand touches my shoulder. I look, an angel peers down with eyes the shade of blue only given to angels with hair like golden wheat. “I never got your name,” she says, “I’m sorry you got sick but maybe we can ride together this afternoon?” I stare, a smile pulling at my lips, “Ryan” I say “I’m Ryan”. “Ok Ryan,” she says, “See you later!” her hand brushes mine as she exists; butterflies swarm my stomach and the smile threatening to show breaks free.