“So ordinary.” (Read this with whoever you want.)
He was laughing when his eyes caught her. She was smiling, her hair being completely ridiculous in the wind, her pink wind breaker and black leggings keeping her warm. She was nothing special, at least not to him, she wasn’t what usually caught his eye. She didn’t have the perky boobs, the fat ass, the big lips and the skinny waist that he usually felt attracted too. He didn’t look at her and think Damn I need to tap that, no, it was more like… More like he wanted to get to know her, know what made her get out of bed in the morning, what made her break down. What her biggest dream was and how she planned on accomplishing that. He looked at her as she tried to contain the mass of hair flying around her head and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw her give up with a slight pout on her face. He couldn’t help but notice the freedom in her eyes, how she didn’t care about what other people thought of her. She was just her, in her own little bubble, and all he wanted to do was be a part of that bubble. It looked like she had no worries in her life, like she took everything as it came, like she didn’t rush things and that she knew that everything would be okay.
She was so.. so ordinary. She was nothing special and that made her so unique. She was one hundred percent her, she didn’t hide behind the mask that most people put on. All he could think about was getting to know her. He couldn’t see himself fucking her and then leave like he did with all the other girls. No, this was the kind of girl that he saw himself eating ice cream with in the middle of winter. The kind of girl who wouldn’t take his bullshit even if he was having a bad day. She was the kind of girl he saw himself cuddled up to on the couch while he was watching some chick flick on tv, but all he was looking at was her and how excited she was about it. She was the kind of girl that he saw himself admiring in complete awe, his eyes shining with curiosity as she challenged him to become a better person. He smiled as she finally looked up, her eyes meeting his. He loved how she had that puzzled look on her face when she looked around, probably wondering if she was who he was looking at. He loved it even more when she returned her gaze to him, his eyes still locked on her, and smiled when she realized that she was actually who he was looking at. She grabbed a stand of hair and put it behind her ear, giving him one more smile before blushing and returning her gaze to whatever she had been doing before.