For my heterochromatic friend ;) xx
The forecast called for a sunny day, it felt like forever since you’ve seen one. So you packed up a blanket, some lunch a book and made sure you had some music to listen to. So you took off, sunglasses on and walked to the park.
The place was filled with people enjoying the weather, you chose a spot by the pond. An elderly couple sat on a bench feeding ducks nearby. You watched them, amazed that two people could love each other so much they’d spend forever together. The old man got up and helped his wife off the bench, they walked off hand in hand.
Then you saw something else in the corner of your eye, a boy was running backwards toward you. He was attempting to catch a ball one of his friends threw, before you could move he tripped over the bag you packed for the afternoon and fell beside your blanket. His sunglasses fell off of his face and he laid there on his back. You needed to see if he was okay “Uh hey, you alright?” you gave him a small wave “I’m so sorry, this is why I hate sports. It’s just not for me.” The way the sunlight shone on him gave him a mesmerizing glow. The sun lit up his eyes and you could see every freckle on his nose.
He sat up, his shirt was stained with grass from falling. “I’m Van, I didn’t ruin any of your stuff did I?” He looked around to make sure nothing was wrecked “No, all my things are fine, are you gonna be okay?” His arm started to bleed through his shirt, you crawled toward him “You don’t look okay, come with me.” You grabbed his hand helped him up, took a cloth napkin from your bag and walked to the water fountain nearby. He rolled up his sleeve and you placed the cloth on the open wound. You put your sunglasses on the top of your head, because they were sliding off your face anyway. He let out a small laugh “I’m fine, I think my friends are waiting for me..” he glanced back, you looked past him to see a small group of guys staring at the both of you. “Oh. Yeah, you should go.” He grabbed the hand that held the napkin on his wound, you held on to it as he gently moved it off. “Thank you.” He caught glimpse of your eyes “Are you wearing contacts?” He was still holding your hand “No, these are my eyes. I have heterochromia, just a fancy way of saying my eyes are different colours.” He let go of your hand, “is it okay if I look?” It was a common question, some people couldn’t believe you weren’t wearing contacts “yeah go for it.” He held your face, and his piercing blue eyes lit up with amazement and wonder. “That’s so cool. Sorry this must be weird, I didn’t even catch your name.” He smiled taking a step back to give you space, “Thank you. My name is y/n.” “No. thank you” he looked at his arm “Can I have your number? In case I need help again..” He ran his fingers through his hair and lit a cigarette. You held up the blood stained cloth “I think this is yours now…and yes you can have my number.” He took it from your hand “sorry again.” You both exchanged numbers “okay well, I’ll see you around, I gotta get back.” He jogged back to his friends.
You walked off back to your stuff, and decided to pack up. You looked around to make sure you didn’t forget anything and found Van’s sunglasses. You turned to look for him, but he was already gone. You put the glasses in your bag and went home.
You sat on the sofa and put on the tv, flipping through the channels looking for something to watch. You stopped clicking and left the tv on a local talk show. Whatever the woman was talking about wasn’t interesting so you started cleaning, but she said something about a band and you enjoyed finding new music to listen to. So you sat back down, when she called her guests out you froze. Van was on tv “Holy shit.”
Catfish and the bottlemen. You’ve heard their songs on the radio, but never cared enough to check them out. The lady asked them a few questions, “So how are you liking the place?” Van answered “I like it. We were actually checking out the park today, I tripped over this girls stuff and scraped my arm up. She didn’t really care about any of her stuff and was more focused on helping me. So the hospitality here is great.”
You pulled the glasses out of your bag, and set them on the coffee table. The host said they were going on a break and that they’d be playing at the end of the show. You immediately texted Van “You’re on tv.. I have your glasses.” And attached a photo of them on your coffee table. You didn’t really have much to say, and you weren’t expecting him to text back. But he did “I am on tv. Thanks for finding my glasses, you’re awesome. I’ll text you again when I’m done and take you out ;) .. as a thank you.”