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The first time heard his voice I think my heart came to a complete stop. With another word of that southern tongue I think I was reborn. He continued to speak, leaving me a dumbfound fool. I knew right then and there the world would never be the same again, I would never be the same again.
With a strange, avid fascination I watched that brown haired boy speak. His lips met perfectly in a shy, crooked smile, oh and that laugh, that oh so perfect laugh that ran throughout the hall and slithered into my eager ears.
My eyes danced, or so my watching, giggling friends said. They described my face to be cherry red with flaming blush, and my jaw dropped nearly to the ground as I spotted the "god" of my existence.
I think my heart stopped again as those unnaturally blue eyes passed over my gawking face. With a loud, "EEP!" I leaped, much like a frog, behind my closest friend. "What is he doing?" I ask her timidly just as my picky ears picked up his soft chuckle.
Grinning from ear to ear my friend says to me, the red faced monster, "I think he saw you."
"Oh dear lord." I groan and buried my ashamed face in my arms.
"Whoa there!" My friend exclaimed, "Don't you ever think about setting this school on fire with those flames." She said indirectly about the heat that seemed to radiate from my body. "Oh look," She said smugly, "He's coming this way." The grin on her face widened to something much to the likeness of the Cheshire cat.
"No way!" I retort in an oddly high voice. I poke my head up over her shoulder to get a better look at the hall. Sure enough he is approaching out small group. My heart stops for the third time today. The world will never ever be the same. This I know for a fact, and it all started that morning I saw the brown haired southern boy who stopped my heart.
With a strange, avid fascination I watched that brown haired boy speak. His lips met perfectly in a shy, crooked smile, oh and that laugh, that oh so perfect laugh that ran throughout the hall and slithered into my eager ears.
My eyes danced, or so my watching, giggling friends said. They described my face to be cherry red with flaming blush, and my jaw dropped nearly to the ground as I spotted the "god" of my existence.
I think my heart stopped again as those unnaturally blue eyes passed over my gawking face. With a loud, "EEP!" I leaped, much like a frog, behind my closest friend. "What is he doing?" I ask her timidly just as my picky ears picked up his soft chuckle.
Grinning from ear to ear my friend says to me, the red faced monster, "I think he saw you."
"Oh dear lord." I groan and buried my ashamed face in my arms.
"Whoa there!" My friend exclaimed, "Don't you ever think about setting this school on fire with those flames." She said indirectly about the heat that seemed to radiate from my body. "Oh look," She said smugly, "He's coming this way." The grin on her face widened to something much to the likeness of the Cheshire cat.
"No way!" I retort in an oddly high voice. I poke my head up over her shoulder to get a better look at the hall. Sure enough he is approaching out small group. My heart stops for the third time today. The world will never ever be the same. This I know for a fact, and it all started that morning I saw the brown haired southern boy who stopped my heart.
