The untitled, unread, untold fictional story part 1

I was stopped completely when I caught sight of him coming through the crowd towards me. He was beautiful to me even when I wasn't in love with him completely. I half turned back to act like I was listening to Cameron because it hurt my heart even to look at him and my feelings went fluttery along with my pulse and breathing. Let's face it, I don't have a face that conceals my emotions well and even in the dark the crimson blush is noticeable on my face. So I turned back to pretending to listen with a plastic smile on my lips and tried desperately to act as if I hadn't seen him.

I was there just to hang out with a couple of friends and hear a good band, at the last minute I was screwing around on Facebook and invited him out. Hadn't seen him in years, passing thoughts of him every few years but never enough to wonder what had happened to him because we were never friends. He was a manager at a strip club that I worked at part time. And when I did see him on the internet, I only replied to one of his posts because it came across as trying too hard to be poignant. I hate that.


Through the night I was trying to dodge one persons persistent attempts at manipulating my attention, trying not to see Cam laughing at me and focus on starting a conversation of some substance in a loud, crowded bar. I gave up. Too hard to juggle that many things at once and thankfully I was the designated driver that night so I was able to make a quick getaway.

But as busy and hectic as my life is, I didn't give it anymore thought until I caught a cold and got stuck in bed for 2 days. I'll admit it was completely manipulative of me and was only done out of my own curiosity. I put out a line I knew only he would answer and I waited a few minutes.

The only reason I started to write this all down is that I still get fluttery when he touches me and when he's not looking I still forget to breathe when I look at him, he's that beautiful to me that it still makes my heart hurt in my chest.