When galaxies collide
AN: I wrote this some time ago and felt like sharing it because it’s not too bad. While reading, please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language, so excuse any possible mistakes.
The way he looks at me is irritating.
His eyes never seem
to leave me. They’re following me through the room, a solid blue
wall. Blue as crayons. They’re extraordinarily ordinary.
I try not to let him notice how he unnerves me. I try to ignore him and his stupidly blue eyes. His tawny skin and his unruly curls. Everything about him is golden and so bright that it looks like he belongs in space. Somewhere far away. Definitely not here.
This boy looks like he belongs to
another planet. His skin is an indescribable mixture of reds and
browns and it shimmers like pixie dust. His hair is dark and way
longer than mine and it falls over his shoulders, framing his face,
making it look at least a bit softer. Because his cheekbones are
sharp and his eyes are hard and he scowls all the time.
He should make me feel uncomfortable. I should be scared by him.
But I’m not.
He seems to be drawing me in. I can’t stop watching him, how he moves around. He talks to no one and no one talks to him. Does he feel alone? It seems like there are galaxies between me and him.
I finally know where he belongs. He’s the sun that is missing in the galaxy I call my life. He completes my very own sun-system. He still hasn’t stopped looking at me.
And when I hear people slowly leaving the room, I decide that I should be brave once in my life.
I turn and look at him. Right into his ridiculously blue eyes.
My breath catches and for a moment, he
is all that I can see. He’s the centre of my everything. He’s
every nice thing I can think of.
But then he looks away and the moment is broken.
His grey eyes seem to have unsettled
something deep inside of me. Something I was afraid do wake,
something I never wanted to think about. He’s still holding my gaze
and it hurts, looking at his face hurts. It makes me think of how
much I want to talk to him, screw his intimidating looks.
So I break the eye-contact.
Then I stand up.
And start to make my way towards him.
Within seconds he’s in front of me,
making my stomach turn. I can’t name the look on his face. Is he
angry because I stared at him? Shouldn’t I be the one who’s
But then he interrupts my thoughts by saying: “You don’t talk to anyone.”
It surprises me. It’s not even a
question, it’s a simple statement. What am I supposed to answer to
this? I don’t want to scare him away, he’s even more beautiful up
“That’s none of your fucking business.”
He spits out a rude answer, but I
can’t really blame him, since my question was probably the least
eloquent thing I could have said.
stutter, trying to regain my composure. “I just wanted to ask if I
could sit with you.”
There’s a flicker of something in his eyes and I hope that he’ll say yes.
This boy is going to be the death of
me. Now that he’s standing right in front of me, I can see that his
face is sprinkled with tiny freckles. There’s an edge of one of his
teeth missing, which makes him look way younger. He’s making me feel
sick. But the good kind.
He asked if he could sit with me and
if I weren’t so absolutely incompatible with human beings, I would
have said yes by now. But I still haven’t answered his question and
he’s still looking up at me with his blue eyes, chewing on his plump
Before I can think to much about this, I feel my mouth opening.
you insist,” he mumbles and for
a moment, I’m worried that he’s irritated by me and is just
surrendering because he wants me to stop talking. But then he shoots
me a half-smile and it feels like gravity has lost its hold on me.
smile back at him, already planning to tell Penny all of this as soon
as I enter our flat. Although he seemed so far away at first, almost
like he lived on another planet, I can’t feel the galaxies dividing
us any more. Now we’re circling around each other. As if he’s as
focused on me as I am on him.
But then he frowns.
He beams at me and I can’t help but
try to memorize all of his expression, in case I’m not seeing it
again. Or at least, not directed at me.
We’re both silent for a moment, standing in the middle of the empty room and staring at each other. Then I remember that I don’t even know his name.
His face falls when I stop smiling and
I immediately want to comfort him, tell him that I didn’t change my
mind, that I’m just thinking, but I’m not exactly known to be
empathic in public.
“What’s your name?”, I ask, cringing internally at how emotionless my voice sounds.
He relaxes, ruffling his curls as his smile returns.
Oh well, at least we both have ridiculous names.
He grins when he hears my name, and I
immediately feel self-conscious. My name is one of the things I will
never not be embarrassed about.
I have already opened my mouth to say
something when he cuts me off.
worry, I’m not making fun of you. Would be a bit hypocritical if you
consider that my name is Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. You can call
me Baz though.”
I snort, feeling relieved. His name is as extraordinary as he is and even though there’s no way I’m going to remember all of it, I still like it. It sort of fits him.
My stomach does a somersault when
Simon says, “We match, I guess.”.
We do not match, we absolutely don’t. But that doesn’t stop me from trying.