My Saving Grace
Chapter 4
I couldn't concentrate in class the next morning. I knew I wouldn't be able to, between getting in late and dreaming of Ville. I knew this was going to happen, damn Ryan for making me go out, damn Ville for having a beautiful singing voice, damn him for kissing me like he did. I can still feel his kiss on my lips, his hands on my skin, travelling up and down my back, touching my hips. I blush as I remember how our bodies touched as he pulled me against him. Right I thought, I can not think about that, I need to concentrate on this test. Not on Ville and his soft lips, his eyes staring into my soul, that deep voice, damn it I'm doing it again. I sighed and looked down at my paper, I'm never going to think of anything else again.
Which felt like forever I heard the bell ring and followed the other students down the steps, put the paper on the teachers desk and walked out, thanking god that I'm out. I found my friends near the half pipe out in the massive courtyard, benches surrounding it.
"Hey boys, what's up" I shouted as I ran over to them.
"Bam finally we thought you would never get here" Ryan said. We all sat on top of one side of the pipe and I skated for 5 minutes, when I got back to where my friends were sitting I looked over the courtyard and sitting under a big oak tree, shielding himself from the blaring sun was Ville. I noticed that he was watching us then looking back to his lap, then he looked at us briefly then back down at his lap again. I thought about going over for a look, but stooped myself. What the hell would I say to him I thought.
I hadn't realised I was still looking at him until I heard Ryan say "Hey man, who are you staring at". He came next to me, he smiled and said "never mind I see him, is that the guy that was in our apartment on mic night".
"Yeah it is". I said, I wasn't aware that my voice came out in a dream like state.
"Why don't you ask him to come over".
"No, I wouldn't know what to say". I stared at him, my eyes now wide.
"Calm down, just say you look like your on your own, do you want to come and skate with us".
"Do you think he would come over".
"There is only one way to find out Bam". He smiled gently nudging my shoulder, pointing to Ville, I looked his way and he was staring at me, then he looked at his lap again, just like before.
I decided to go over to him, what have I got to lose, my dignity, if he laughs in my face. Don't think like that Bam, I'm sure he's not like that. "Hi Ville". I knew I sounded confident, but trust me I'm shaking inside. "You look like your on your own, would you like to skate with us". I have no idea how I even had the balls to ask. "Hi Bam, I don't skate, but I would like to come over, thank you". He smiled. We walked over to the bench closest to the half pipe. I only just noticed when he put it on the table that he had a sketch pad in his hands. I finally found a topic of conversation.
"Do you draw". He wasn't paying much attention to the question, because he looked confused.
"I said do you draw" pointing to the pad this time.
""Yeah I do a little". He smiled, giving me a full soul melting smile.
"Do you mind if I have a look". I asked a bit nervous, hoping I'm not being to nosey.
"Of course you can". he smiled that smile at me again as I tried not to fall out of my seat, my heart beating hard in my chest.
I flicked through the pages, looking at each drawing. The drawings were incredible, a million times better then what I could do. There were different pictures of things and people. There was a picture of the half pipe in the courtyard, one of a elderly couple, feeding the ducks and one f a sunset. Then as I turned the page I came across a close up drawing of me, like he was sketching me when he sat close to me, like we were now. But right now was the only time we have even sat next to each other. The detail was unbelievable. I had a blush creeping on my cheeks again as I looked at myself in the drawing.
"Wow, these are amazing, your very talented".
"Thank you, I see you found the one I drew of you, its my favourite one". He said that smile getting wider, as he took the pad gently from my hands, studying the picture himself.
"Why is it your favourite". Ok if I wasn't already nervous enough talking to him, I bloody am now!.
"Because when I drew this close up of you, you were laughing with your friends. I wanted to capture your smile, the way your eyes sparkle when you smile like this, its such a warm and real smile".
"Have you drawn more of me". Wow I cant believe he said that, I think I might hyperventilate if he says something that sweet again.
"Yes, I watch people and draw them, going about their every day lives. but when I saw you, I wanted to focus on you more". He said, eyes watching me, watching how I would react.
"Why were you focusing on me more". I have no idea how I even got those words to come out of my mouth. I'm just trying not to melt in a dribbling puddle on the floor.
"Because I like you, you captured me since the moment we ran into each other". He said smirking at my confused face.
"When did we run into each other". The confusion was in my voice more than on my face, I think.
"You don't remember, that's ok, when we first started, we were both looking for English lit class and we ran onto each other turning the corner, and you fell on your ass." As he said it, the memory came back. How could I forget this beautiful boy sitting in front of me.
"I remember now, I did fall on my ass, and the zip on my bag was open and everything fell out and you helped me put them back in".
"That's right, you remember now". He said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"How did I forget" I whispered, ashamed that I had forgotten about him, and him clearly remembering me.
"That's ok, I kept hearing you say that you came to college to study, not get boys, you said you wanted to take a break from boys at the minute". He looked at the pad then up at me. "I liked you to much to ask you out and have you say no, so I just kept quiet and admired you from afar". He looked down at the pad again fiddling with his hands that were now in front of him. "I hope you don't find me creepy". He whispered.
"I don't think your creepy. I'm flattered that you think enough of me to want to draw me". I said that blush that went as we talked so easily has now come back. "Have you got anymore, I would like to see them, if you don't mind". I looked at him and he flashed me the biggest smile.
"I do have more, but their all at home".
"could you bring them in sometime".
"If you really want to see them".
"I do really want to see them "maybe I should stop bouncing up and down on my seat before he thinks I'm insane and changes his mind.
"ok I will bring them in". I felt a surge of excitement rush through me at the prospect of seeing more, then Ryan decides to come over and mortifies me.
"So have you asked for his number yet Bam". Ryan smirks.
"No I haven't yet Ryan, but thanks for that". I glared at him, but he just found that more amusing. I saw Ville right something, then he tore a piece of paper from his pad, stood up and walked over to me. He leaned down so we were eye level.
"Here is my number, I was going to give it to you anyway". he smiled, he put the piece of paper in my hand, then he tucked one of my curls back behind my ear and whispered "Don't let your hair hide your eyes". He leant closer to me, our lips almost touching. II think if I wasn't sitting down already, I'm pretty sure my knees would of given out.
"You have beautiful eyes". Then he closed the distance between us and brushed his lips against mine. He got up and all I could do was watch him dumbfounded. He said "Call me".
Then the bell rang and he walked off smiling.
I couldn't concentrate in class the next morning. I knew I wouldn't be able to, between getting in late and dreaming of Ville. I knew this was going to happen, damn Ryan for making me go out, damn Ville for having a beautiful singing voice, damn him for kissing me like he did. I can still feel his kiss on my lips, his hands on my skin, travelling up and down my back, touching my hips. I blush as I remember how our bodies touched as he pulled me against him. Right I thought, I can not think about that, I need to concentrate on this test. Not on Ville and his soft lips, his eyes staring into my soul, that deep voice, damn it I'm doing it again. I sighed and looked down at my paper, I'm never going to think of anything else again.
Which felt like forever I heard the bell ring and followed the other students down the steps, put the paper on the teachers desk and walked out, thanking god that I'm out. I found my friends near the half pipe out in the massive courtyard, benches surrounding it.
"Hey boys, what's up" I shouted as I ran over to them.
"Bam finally we thought you would never get here" Ryan said. We all sat on top of one side of the pipe and I skated for 5 minutes, when I got back to where my friends were sitting I looked over the courtyard and sitting under a big oak tree, shielding himself from the blaring sun was Ville. I noticed that he was watching us then looking back to his lap, then he looked at us briefly then back down at his lap again. I thought about going over for a look, but stooped myself. What the hell would I say to him I thought.
I hadn't realised I was still looking at him until I heard Ryan say "Hey man, who are you staring at". He came next to me, he smiled and said "never mind I see him, is that the guy that was in our apartment on mic night".
"Yeah it is". I said, I wasn't aware that my voice came out in a dream like state.
"Why don't you ask him to come over".
"No, I wouldn't know what to say". I stared at him, my eyes now wide.
"Calm down, just say you look like your on your own, do you want to come and skate with us".
"Do you think he would come over".
"There is only one way to find out Bam". He smiled gently nudging my shoulder, pointing to Ville, I looked his way and he was staring at me, then he looked at his lap again, just like before.
I decided to go over to him, what have I got to lose, my dignity, if he laughs in my face. Don't think like that Bam, I'm sure he's not like that. "Hi Ville". I knew I sounded confident, but trust me I'm shaking inside. "You look like your on your own, would you like to skate with us". I have no idea how I even had the balls to ask. "Hi Bam, I don't skate, but I would like to come over, thank you". He smiled. We walked over to the bench closest to the half pipe. I only just noticed when he put it on the table that he had a sketch pad in his hands. I finally found a topic of conversation.
"Do you draw". He wasn't paying much attention to the question, because he looked confused.
"I said do you draw" pointing to the pad this time.
""Yeah I do a little". He smiled, giving me a full soul melting smile.
"Do you mind if I have a look". I asked a bit nervous, hoping I'm not being to nosey.
"Of course you can". he smiled that smile at me again as I tried not to fall out of my seat, my heart beating hard in my chest.
I flicked through the pages, looking at each drawing. The drawings were incredible, a million times better then what I could do. There were different pictures of things and people. There was a picture of the half pipe in the courtyard, one of a elderly couple, feeding the ducks and one f a sunset. Then as I turned the page I came across a close up drawing of me, like he was sketching me when he sat close to me, like we were now. But right now was the only time we have even sat next to each other. The detail was unbelievable. I had a blush creeping on my cheeks again as I looked at myself in the drawing.
"Wow, these are amazing, your very talented".
"Thank you, I see you found the one I drew of you, its my favourite one". He said that smile getting wider, as he took the pad gently from my hands, studying the picture himself.
"Why is it your favourite". Ok if I wasn't already nervous enough talking to him, I bloody am now!.
"Because when I drew this close up of you, you were laughing with your friends. I wanted to capture your smile, the way your eyes sparkle when you smile like this, its such a warm and real smile".
"Have you drawn more of me". Wow I cant believe he said that, I think I might hyperventilate if he says something that sweet again.
"Yes, I watch people and draw them, going about their every day lives. but when I saw you, I wanted to focus on you more". He said, eyes watching me, watching how I would react.
"Why were you focusing on me more". I have no idea how I even got those words to come out of my mouth. I'm just trying not to melt in a dribbling puddle on the floor.
"Because I like you, you captured me since the moment we ran into each other". He said smirking at my confused face.
"When did we run into each other". The confusion was in my voice more than on my face, I think.
"You don't remember, that's ok, when we first started, we were both looking for English lit class and we ran onto each other turning the corner, and you fell on your ass." As he said it, the memory came back. How could I forget this beautiful boy sitting in front of me.
"I remember now, I did fall on my ass, and the zip on my bag was open and everything fell out and you helped me put them back in".
"That's right, you remember now". He said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"How did I forget" I whispered, ashamed that I had forgotten about him, and him clearly remembering me.
"That's ok, I kept hearing you say that you came to college to study, not get boys, you said you wanted to take a break from boys at the minute". He looked at the pad then up at me. "I liked you to much to ask you out and have you say no, so I just kept quiet and admired you from afar". He looked down at the pad again fiddling with his hands that were now in front of him. "I hope you don't find me creepy". He whispered.
"I don't think your creepy. I'm flattered that you think enough of me to want to draw me". I said that blush that went as we talked so easily has now come back. "Have you got anymore, I would like to see them, if you don't mind". I looked at him and he flashed me the biggest smile.
"I do have more, but their all at home".
"could you bring them in sometime".
"If you really want to see them".
"I do really want to see them "maybe I should stop bouncing up and down on my seat before he thinks I'm insane and changes his mind.
"ok I will bring them in". I felt a surge of excitement rush through me at the prospect of seeing more, then Ryan decides to come over and mortifies me.
"So have you asked for his number yet Bam". Ryan smirks.
"No I haven't yet Ryan, but thanks for that". I glared at him, but he just found that more amusing. I saw Ville right something, then he tore a piece of paper from his pad, stood up and walked over to me. He leaned down so we were eye level.
"Here is my number, I was going to give it to you anyway". he smiled, he put the piece of paper in my hand, then he tucked one of my curls back behind my ear and whispered "Don't let your hair hide your eyes". He leant closer to me, our lips almost touching. II think if I wasn't sitting down already, I'm pretty sure my knees would of given out.
"You have beautiful eyes". Then he closed the distance between us and brushed his lips against mine. He got up and all I could do was watch him dumbfounded. He said "Call me".
Then the bell rang and he walked off smiling.