Before being woken up by an electric flash of life by two hot metals pressed onto my chest, I was at school. Winston high to be exact. The only high school in the district besides Carter High. I'm a freshman at Winston and am 14 years old,my name's Terry. I have brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair. I'm slightly about average in height. I'm skinny,I mean I'm not athletic skinny at all just average skinny. Lastly, I'm a pale caramel color and I wear glsses. I'm in an honr class. I'm not a complete idiot but im not exactly a brain either.
Right ow I'm standing on the top of the stairs of the fist floor. I peer over the edge of the wall and look down at a boy. His name is Brandon, my biggest crush in like,what, 5 years. As I watch in admiration I look at him up and down. The hair on his precious head a mixture of black, orange and red. It's in an angled bob haircut. His face is like a model from france,it's not the clearest baby soft face but it's adequate. Hair falling into his eyes on occasion and him mving it out of the way in annoyance. I find myself trying so hard to not look at his piercing aqua blue eyes. Even when he and I goof off I don't look him in the eye,giving a hint of admiration. He does goof off with me often,making me feel like a beloved teddy bear or pet. He didn't force me to do anything tough just a little tease.
Being immersed in thought I've been caught of guard. While staring into the distance off his black hair he probably felt my eyes on him. I also was sneakinga picture from my cell phone and he probably saw the flash.He turned around and faced me from the bottom of the steps. I panicked. I trip over my own feet onto the people going up the stairs and dropped my cell phone down the stairs. You're probably thinking that this is it, I'm going to die from my head bashing onto the steps. Wrong.The last this I saw was Brandon's eyes meeting and his feet shuffling toward the stairs then darkness.
I'm hearing voices now. I should be staring at the ceiling but I'm not.I have a medical tape over my eyes. Someone's caling my name. It's so familiar and they're unravelling my bandage.
"Terry!" the say in a loud whisper. "Terry, are you awake?"
"Yes?" my tounge fuzzy,my voice slurring.
I'm unaware what's about to happen.
As the bandage comes off I'm surprised.He always surprises me. My face,for the first time ever, turns pink on my cheeks. It's Brandon. So many questions run through my head. omigosh why is he here?! Why did he unfold my bandage? Who let him in here? Did he see me take the picture? How did I get into this gown? Was he the one who undressed me? Where's my cell? And in one second all my questions, all my fears just blew away in shock.
"You're okay," he said laughing."Good." he said pullng away. He stood up and grinned at me, but I looked past him and saw the nurse leaving and that the room was empty. It grew silent.
"So i,uh, found your cell." Brandon handed me the cell. I stared at it.
"Oh I'll just put it..." He set it on the table. I stared blankly my heart racing.
"Oh,uh, thanks" I said he glanced over at me while putting it on the table. A light smile fell upon on his face and my face was surprised once again. He pinched my cheek. Not like how grandma does in the movies,no this was a sweet,non-hurting pinch.
"You're so adorable." he smiled
"uh....uh.." I quickly pulled away.
"Please don't look at me like that. I'm trying to cheer you up." Brandon said.
"I'm sorry I just got cold-feet." I said glancing at him and then back to the wall.
I sat there feeling the warmth of him next t me. His eyes burning hles into my head and then something unexpected. Brandon's right arm in front of my face and the feeling of his lips on my cheek. It's not even the short one's from your family,no, it's the kind that when a minute passes it feels like and hour.
After he finishes the air invades the space where his lips touched and it feels cold. As he pulls away his eyes meet mine. We both stare in shock,in love, and in question. his face leaning in and his right leg in propping up onto the bed for effect. But he's not going to lay on me and kiss me. He knows better, I'm not sure if I do though.
While he's leaning in our lips nipping each other and then he stops, backs away to stand up,and looks at me. For a second I'm dissapointed that we didn't get lost in each ther's eyes. Disappointed the he didn't kiss me on the lips, but I felt way more butterflies with the touch than getting lost in a kiss.