Avocado, mayo and cheese

There's a girl I've been following around lately. I guess that sounds rather stalker-ish of me but I can't help it. Something in the way she walks calls me closer to her. Something in her meek demeanour attracts me to her. Something in the way she ties her ponytail all messy-like just makes me want to turn them into bunny ears. Agh. She's just too adorable. The best part about her is her eyes though. It's as someone stole the blue in the world to put into her electric eyes. Zap. One look and I was hooked. 

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She ate quietly in the corner of the cafeteria. She eats the same thing everyday: a mystery sandwich brought from home. I don't know what's in it, I'm always too far to tell. Don't put me out to be some cowardly guy in love, too scared to tell her I like her. I just... haven't found the appropriate time to do so. That's all.

I talked to her a few times. Just did in Art, in fact... I asked to borrow her eraser. She gave half to me. She didn't say anything but she's a nice girl, you know? No one really knows that though. She's a bit too shy for people. Too quiet. Bah, people just don't know how to appreciate a little silence.

Okay, when she's having her last few bites, I'm going to go up to her and have an actual conversation. Lunch's done in half an hour anyway, we've got plenty of time.


"Hey, sorry to disturb you. Are you free for the rest of lunch? I'd like to talk to you", is what I'd like to have said, but nerves - they're out to make me look like a fool. Instead, I said, "Hi, uhm, I... Are you lunch free? Wha- No I mean, free for lunch. I want to talk to you?"

That was pathetic but she replied with her sweet face, "Y-yeah, I'm just finishing up my lunch. Why don't, why don't you sit down."


So I sat. Just that. For a long time. I don't even... I'm a fool. I don't know what I'm doing. I shouldn't have done this. I looked at her. She was red and fidgeting in her seat. She was so cute though. 


"B-bell's going to go in a couple of minutes. It was... nice talking to you though. Let's do it again sometime?" Haha, 'nice talking' to her. You were silent the whole way through. 

"Yeah, let's."


Wait what? She seemed happy, with a little smile playing on her lips. Oh man, you should've seen her. She stopped time with that smile. We were the only two in the world. I wanted to dance and make her dance with me. 

Next day, I joined her for lunch instead of waiting like the last time. I finally got to see what was in that mystery sandwich. Avocado, mayo and cheese. A bit strange, but she looked like she enjoyed it.


"Do you always eat that?"

She was startled in the middle of eating. She coughed. I guess I took her by surprise. No shit, Sherlock. 

"Y-yeah. It's delicious."

"Looks like it. Can I have a bite?"


What was that you idiot? But... She looked away and continued saying that if I really wanted to she'd make one for me on Monday. I couldn't even... She's too much for me. She was killing my heart with warm fuzzy feelings. 

She made well on her promise. The sandwich was pretty good. Soft and mushy. It felt like sandwiched baby food though, it made my tongue cringe with its texture. I liked it. 

So the days continued. With each day, we'd feel comfortable to talk a little more and then she stopped being so shy towards me. We'd talk a bit in art class without the teacher knowing. He was pretty strict about noise. To him, art was a time to wind down without the distraction of others, sort of like a Zen thing I guess. She was really good at art, especially when it came to abstract topics. Her colours moved in harmony, usually blues, blacks and a flick of orange here and there. I envied her a little. I was more on the realistic side but I was never good. I'm just worse with abstract. Where her paint ran carelessly across the canvas, my pencil crossed paper bump by paper bump.

Eventually we started hanging out with each other outside of school. Phone calls, text messages, eating together, taking walks, staring at stuff, making jokes, counting cars, going places; we were practically always together.

A year passed by in months. I wanted so bad for the rest of my life with her. The empty days I spent with nothing to look forward to; the grey days where I was desperate to find a little splash of excitement, disappeared. I felt so right with her. I didn't feel like some mistake, a walking waste-of-space. I felt loved. I felt needed. I wasn't lost in the world where everyone seemed to know exactly where they're supposed to be. She made my everything. She made me me. 

I wanted to confess to her, to let her know how I felt and hopefully, she'd have felt the same way towards me. We had a day out til the night, just walking around in the park. Boy, when time flies it really flies. 


"Peek-a-boo." She giggled.

"What?"

"The moon came out!"

"Looks like the stars did too. It's beautiful."

"You think?"

"Oh, no. Not nearly as beautiful as you," I tried in my most suave voice.

"Haha, you kid." 

"I'm not joking."

"Hmm... You must be blind then," she looked up with a shadow of her smile, "The night sky is much more beautiful than me." 

"The contrary, my lady. Your eyes steal the brilliance of those stars."

"That's real nice of you to say..."

"But I'm not just saying it; I mean it."

She frowns. "I'm not beautiful. I'm fat. No one thinks fat people are beautiful."

"You're not fat. You're just a little warmer." I hug her. "See?"

"Cheesy."

I saw her smile return -- the one that stopped time. She was trying to hide it. "Just how you like it. Won't you be with me?"

"Y-yeah."


I struck my biggest grin and kissed her.

She tasted like avocado, mayo and cheese. Soft and mushy. It made my body shiver with her taste. I loved it. I still do.