Impulse

There he is. He’s right there. Leaning against the wall in the main hall near the water fountains, he’s listening to his iPod. His hands are in the pockets of his hoodie, along with said iPod. His eyes are closed, oblivious to the people walking to lunch.

They’re oblivious to him. They just walk by.

Except for me. I slow down as I’m about to pass him. A million thoughts flit through my head. He’s right there. I’ve harbored this crush since October. It’s the middle of May. The school year is coming to an end and he still doesn’t know, no matter how obvious I think I’ve been. I feel like I’ve done everything but flat out say, “I like you.”

As if by impulse, a sudden, sudden impulse, I stop right in front of him. I stare at his face with longing. His eyes are still closed. He’s still lost in music, completely oblivious to everything around him. Completely oblivious to me.

Sudden impulse.

Hands clasped behind my back, I go on my tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek. Tiptoes were the only way.

Surprised, he opens his eyes and pulls his head phones out. He gives me a confused look. “Wha...?”
“I thought I’d give you a hint. I’m pretty sure you’ve been blind this whole year. Just thought you’d want to know.”

It registers in his face that he’s figures it out, but I start walking away before he can say anything. My head is up high and I’ve got a small smile on my face. I did it. He finally knows how I feel.

I feel my arm stop swinging forward and I’m basically frozen mid-step. He’s grabbed my wrist. I look over my shoulder and throw a questioning look at him before he pulls me back.

We’re standing face to face. Other than the kiss I just gave him, this is the closest I’ve ever been to him. I can smell the soap on his skin. He studies my face for a moment.

“If I’ve been blind, then so have you,” he tells me softly, giving me a small smile.

And the he kisses me full of the lips.

I give of small gasp of surprise. Then he pulls away, slightly blushing through his blissful smile.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he whispers, running his hand through my long hair.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for so long,” I say, staring into his eyes. His beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. I could get lost in those eyes.

“So we’ve both been blind?” I ask.

“I guess so.”

“Probably obvious to everyone but us.”

“Yeah. Probably.”

“But at least now we both know.”

“So are we together? Is that what will happen?” He looks hopeful, yet unsure.

“Is that what you want?” I answer his question with a question.

“Yes,” he says, sounding so sure.

“Same. There’s nothing I want more right now.”

He’s holding both my hands now. He’s staring into my eyes with a look I’ve only dreamed of.

For a brief moment, I wonder what other people are thinking. Did they pay attention and notice the start of a relationship? Did they realize it was the start of something that will no doubt be beautiful? Or did they just brush it off as annoying PDA? I push the thoughts away. What they think doesn’t matter. His thoughts are the ones that matter.

And now I know what he’s thinking. Ah, impulse.

Author's Note
Written last year, again, about a year ago and also on dA. http://violentkiwi3511.deviantart.com/art/Impulse-74971615 I had orginally planned to write two other parts to this. The same scene, but from the views of him and an outsider. Never got around to it, though. Maybe I should.

Anywho, I like this. Only a page long (in century gothic, size 10, single spaced), but I feel like it says everything that it needs to say.

Keegan <3