I Am What I Am
She had the strangest eyes he had ever seen, one was bluish green and the other was mostly brown with tints of blue and green. But that was probably what drew him to her. She wasn’t like most girls he met either, she was kind and generous and not fake. He wasn’t her friend, in fact all that had happened was he had passed her in Starbucks. He still remembered the first three words she had said to him.
“Move big foot.”
Now he did admit he had big feet, his whole family did but no one before had ever called him big foot. That was actually the first thing that had caused him to laugh since they had moved a few months before. She just raised an eyebrow at him before turning and walking away from him. He had wanted to follow after like a lost puppy but he hadn’t just standing and watching her walk away out of that Starbucks.
He didn’t even like coffee and yet every day he went back in hopes of seeing her again and finally he did. Three weeks after he first saw her he spotted her sitting in the corner sipping on a Frappachino and reading a teen magazine, which happened to have his face on the front. He walked over as calmly as possible and spoke softly to her.
“Can I sit here?”
She looked up and he stared into her eyes, her different and yet beautiful eyes. She smiled and nodded at him before turning her attention back to the magazine. He had never met a girl who didn’t care who he was before. And he wanted to get to know her better.
“I’m Joe.”
“No really.”
She raised an eyebrow as she spoke her eyes never leaving the magazine page. He chuckled at that, of course she knew who he was. There were very few teenage girls in the country that didn’t know who he was.
“So you are?”
“Annoyed.”
This time her eyes rise above the page as she answers a co.cky grin on her face. He smiles at her shaking his head and she giggles. She grabs something from under the table and keeping her eyes on him does something. She tears a page from the magazine and slams it down on the table before leaving. As soon as she is out the door he turns the page over and spots his face staring back at him with writing across his face.
Crystal
It was written in gorgeous script, red lines that formed a word, a name. That was her name Crystal. He liked the way it sounded and the fact that it went so well with her personality. It seemed as though she was careful with her words for fear of breaking.
He came back again and again, sometimes with his brothers, looking for her again and almost a month after he learned her name, with his brothers in tow he saw her again. She had changed a bit since she last saw him, her blue framed glasses were replaced with contacts, and her hair was cut a few inches making it curlier than before. She saw him first and just waited for him to stop her. When his eyes finally land on her figure, tucked away in that back corner he almost skipped over her but he saw her amazing eyes. With a smile he walked over and sat down, not waiting for the invitation.
“Where have you been?”
“Are you my mom?”
He laughed as his brothers walked over and looked from him to her. They sat down and both offered their names to her.
“I’m Nick.”
“I’m Kevin.”
“Never would have guessed.”
It only took a moment for all three of the boys to realize that she was holding a magazine with their faces on front, again. Her eyes shined at them as she shook her head. She had an undeniably gorgeous smile and flashed it at them willingly.
“How did you too meet?”
“Big foot didn’t move.”
Her answers, he had learned in their two prior meetings were short and most likely sarcastic or funny that’s how she was. The two other boys all look confused at the reference until they realize that she means their brother. With a chuckle they roll their eyes until she talks again.
“You have big feet too.”
That causes the two boys to stop chuckling and look at her shocked. She just smiles and turns her eyes to the magazine in her hands.
“She’s why you’ve been coming here isn’t she,” Kevin asks Joe softly?
Joe just nods and looks at her as she makes a face at him. He smiles at her in return causing her to scoot over and show him the current page in the magazine. It’s his face staring back at him with a crooked grin and warm brown eyes staring back. She smiles at the reaction to him seeing himself and then talks softly.
“I like this side of you. Not the quiet one. The one you keep showing me. Where is that Joe?”
That’s the most she has ever said to him and he just stares at her. Realizing that she just shocked him she laughs and smiles waiting for him to snap out of it. It only take a few seconds for his trance to break and him to answers.
“That Joe was trying to be a little bit calm to impress the girl he likes,” Joe replies.
“Well this girl likes that Joe. Or did you not mean the lyrics I am what I am.”
“I am what I am.”
He nods before leaning his face over and lightly touching his lips to her cheek causing a blush to rise on her cheeks.
