Alex, he would never forget the first time he saw Sofia's brown eyes, it was like seeing one of those Japanese drawings of the animes he loved. They were 16 years old at the time, they did not even share classes in that school, but they always looked at her during free hours. She wore her long red hair loose dancing with the wind and, walking away from the world to laughter and jokes of their peers
It was so pretty that it hurt. Alex thought as he watched her sit under the shade of a tree, that day like so many others had done. Every morning he saw her, she always carried a book in her hands, oblivious to everyone, oblivious to him, lost in reading. In the hours of rest, he sat under the shade of a tree, a cherry tree that was in the middle of the schoolyard, giving color to the white buildings that surrounded him. Alex used to sit in front of her separated by a few meters, seeing her read was her happiness; the best moment of the day. It was said.
He watched her lose herself among the pages of his books, while he watched; I saw her laughing with some pages, raging in others and, secretly crying every couple of leaves. He spent his free time watching her. Trying to give herself the courage to talk to her to tell her, that she did not know why, but she could not stop thinking about it, of seeing her ... Of dreaming.
But Sofia was so pretty that it hurt and he lacked the courage to get close.
One day Sofia looked up and looked him straight in the eyes, for the first time Alex noticed that he had beautiful brown eyes that saw him instead of the book in his hands, he patted the side right next to his side inviting him to sit down. "I talk to myself?" he asked incredulously, turning around, thinking that it was not him the redhead with brown eyes invited to sit next to him.
He saw her roll her eyes, exasperated that he did not come near, pointed at her with his index finger, and then he smiled, knowing that he was not entirely invisible to the girl who lived with his nose in the books. With legs trembling with nerves, she stood up to go to her, Sofia looked at him smiling with tight lips and then turning her eyes to the book, this time reading aloud; so that Alex who sat next to her right where she had indicated; I will listen to you. That day he sat by his side during the entire break. they did not speak I listen instead. Sofia read for him, and Alex's mind traveled to the places in the book she described.
It was like this for a few months, they saw each other in the breaks they sat side by side, she read and he listened. Always waiting to have the courage to talk to her, to tell her what she felt, but Alex could never, always kept quiet and just spent her time listening to her. Actually I did not ask for more, I was happy just to have her around. Until one day, just when they were in the best part of a book about a fisherman named Santiago, who had managed to catch a huge fish that the sharks were snatching
Sofia closed the book at once, Alex gave a startled startled by the outburst, turned his face to see her in search of what was happening, only to meet those brown eyes sparkling disenchanted, she frowned. -Do you know Alex? I'm getting tired of being the first step-I look at the gray eyes of the boy who had sat by his side for a whole semester.
He looked at her without understanding. What the hell was he talking about? He wondered without saying anything.
She rolled her eyes, realizing that he did not understand, finally leaned over taking her hand ... and kissed him timidly on the lips. Alex's eyebrows arched in surprise, his eyes were sure to come out of their orbits for the unprecedented of what was happening. Sofia's lips tasted of watermelon and spring ... To sunny days and happiness. He felt her smile against his lips. Slow flicker when he felt her move away, ending the soft kiss. Sofia got up slowly, leaving Alex with eyebrows raised in surprise, and mouth open, unable to blink from the daze he was ... "I kissed" he thought incredulous.
-I do not intend to ask you to be my boyfriend, that's your turn - the redhead added, and the gray-eyed boy watched her walk away, touched her lips with her hand ... she had kissed him, the girl of his dreams had kissed him.
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