It was finally time. I had been waiting for this moment since I first met him a month ago. I still remember that moment like it was yesterday.
Class had just begun when a tall handsome guy strolled into the room, breaking the uncomfortable silence that came along with the unfamiliarity of the first day of class. Several students chuckled at his carefree attitude and "swagger." Others huffed impatiently at the rude interruption.
I froze.
I could feel my heart begin to beat faster as I saw him stroll over to the teacher's desk and make an excuse as to why he was tardy. I don't remember what it was. All I remember was the heat burning red on my cheeks and neck and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. The teacher waved him away dismissively and pointed him in the direction of his seat. I felt my heart stop as I realized she meant for him to sit next to me.
He strolled over with all the confidence of a supermodel and calmly slid into the seat next to mine. I stared down at the notebook in front of me, which I had been mindlessly doodling in for the last several classes. Every bit of me was unbelievably aware of his presence, and every ounce of my consciousness begged the heavens that he wouldn't worsen the situation by talking to me. The heavens decided to screw me over.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Whatcha looking at?"
I melted. I stammered out something incoherent. Somehow he managed to understand what I was trying to say about looking at my sketches. His arm snaked across my body and pulled the notebook toward him. My hand involuntarily snapped forward to stop him, and my head whipped around to face him, mouth open and ready to protest. I froze again.
I found myself staring into the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. I could feel my face heat up and I slowly pulled my hand back, turning to face the desk once more. He chuckled and began to flip through the pages of drawings. Occasionally he would make a comment praising something and I would feel my heart skip a beat.
"These are all amazing," he said, sliding the notebook back in front of me. "Mind if I show you some of mine tomorrow?" I looked up at him and managed a shy smile. "Good. I think you'll like them." I nodded and turned to look at the teacher as she stood to begin class. Throughout the rest what must have been the longest hour and a half of my life, I stuggled to focus on the lesson instead of the green-eyed, blonde masterpiece next to me, who seemed determined to get me to lose my cool by whisper jokes in my ear the entire time.
The next day went as expected. He brought in a binder full of his own artwork and we spent the time before class started looking through it. I had attempted to mentally prepare myself for his presence that morning to no avail. I was just as awestruck as before, if not more. This did not seem to phase him. For the next week he kept pushing me and pushing me outside of my bubble to a point where I was comfortable with him. We started dating even though I could barely manage to stop myself from melting when I was around him, something he seemed to find adorable.
We did a lot together like go to the movies or go shopping, but I had yet to go to his house. There was something about the idea of being alone with him in a room that made me reluctant to go. One day, however, he sent me a text asking if I wanted to come over that weekend. When I asked him why, he sent me a picture with a caption that read, "I picked these up at the store today. I thought we could have a bit of fun." My heart fluttered with excitement.
The day finally came and I dressed myself as cute as I could. I wore jean shorts and a loose white blouse that hung off my body well, showing off my thin waist. I pulled my hair out of it's braid to let the now wavy black hair fall past my shoulders. I slipped on my favorite pair of converse and ran out the door. When I got there, I began to feel the nerves kick in. Despite how excited I was, this was a big deal. I would be alone with my boyfriend in his house.
As he opened the door, I felt my heart jump into my throat. He pulled me inside and into a hug, placing a soft kiss on my lips as he did so. At his touch, I began to calm down. When we separated, I smiled sweetly at him and led me up to his room. I sat on the edge of the couch as began to set everything up. He opened what he had bought at the store yesterday and got ready. Once he was done, he came to sit down beside me and we looked each other in the eyes.
Then, he picked up the controller and handed it to me, leaning forward to whisper in my ear, "Why don't you take the first turn." He pecked me on the cheek and I nodded enthusiastically. We both turned to the screen and proceeded to play the new game he had bought earlier that week for the next seven hours.
That was my first time playing Bloodborne. I will never forget it and I will always love it.
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