The following story is completely fictional. Any relation to actual events, people, and things is completely and utterly cocindental.
The Moment That I Fell In Love;
Sometimes, when
you meet the one you just know. It’s like when you find the perfect pair of
jeans. It’s like someone said, ‘these are made just for you.’ Similar to the
person being made just for you. It’s cheesy, and crazy but it is true. We can’t
help but believe the cliché aspects of life, because they are true.
I was a skeptic,
and I was a fool. However, I didn’t realize how beautiful love could be.
This is my
story. My story of how I met the one.
Two and a half years earlier-
Let
me take you back to a time of my life when I wasn’t the most attractive person
in high school. I was a band nerd, who knew more about playing the flute than I
did actually communicating with people. This was a rough time, but it’s okay
because we all get through those rough times as teenagers, and laugh at them
when they reappear for Throwback Thursday. However, deep inside we want to
cringe when they appear on our newsfeed.
Anyways,
it happened on the first day of band class. It was actually the third day of
school, but the band director always gave us a few days to dust off our
instruments, and bring them back to school. Or file them in the witness
protection program, because they seemed to have disappeared. People going to
hell and back to discover where in the closet their flute is. People trying to explain to their parents
that they would rather be in art class than take another year of the saxophone.
I
was connecting my head joint to my body piece when I saw him. He looked like
James Dean, only in a nerd’s outfit. He wore a bright fire engine red polo
shirt, and khaki shorts. His eyes were a piercing blue, so electrifying that if
I got too close I might have to go in the emergency room for electric shock
treatment. He wore thick hipster-style glasses, and was wearing brand new black
Converse sneakers. He was the typical geek, but something was drawing me to him
like a magnet. It was like when you found that perfect pair of shoes on sale,
and they were exactly what you were looking for, only better. It was like they
were waiting for you to come and get them, kind of like that it was meant to
be.
I
was secretly willing him to come closer, so that way we can talk, and I won’t
be the creepy girl who likes him from afar. Please
sit next to me I willed secretly. If all of the things in the world that I
wanted to come true, it would be that he would come to the chair next to me.
And
sure enough he did. Something inside me wanted to perform more cartwheels than
the cheerleading team did. Now, I only wished that I had the courage to say
hello.
He
played the clarinet. He looked like a doe, innocent. He did seem to have more
knowledge about the instrument than the person who invented it. I wondered if
he could feel the weight of my eyes, which were studying him more than I did
for my PSATS. I was studying the way that his perfect chestnut hair fell into
those blue eyes. I was studying the way that he put the instrument with extreme
precision. But most of all, I was sending him telepathetic messages for him to talk
to me. He was too engrossed into his instrument for him to even know that there
was a person sitting right next to him.
He
came up for air a few moments later.
“Hi,”
he said. “My name’s Andrew. What’s yours?”
“Cat.
Which is short for Cathleen.”
“Nice
to meet you, Cat.”
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