Hearts and Skaters ( Part 1 )

He was beautiful. There was no doubt about it. He had what they call obvious beauty. It required neither a view from the heart nor time to unveil itself. His beauty touched her, as it had many other girls. The first time she saw him, she was so shocked by it, that she couldn't stop staring at him, like he was what she had been praying for for years now. Someone that would change the way she thought forever. She wasn't mistaking.

To her, of course, he was untouchable, unobtainable. Whom ever dared to aproach him was a hero. A brave amongst braves. That person had the courage of a mother about to lose her child. If she was honored enough to be 10 feet away from him, she had to violate herself in order not to go running towards him and tell him how much she loved him. It was unbearable and yet she loved every minute of it. It was eating her alive. Of course, at that time, she didn't know it could be harmful to feel that much. The first time she realised it was in the bus going home from school. He was sitting accross from her and talking to someone( a hero to her). She was staring discretly at him, pretending that she was looking past him, if ever his eyes questioned hers. He then did the simplest thing. He took out a green apple and started eating it. Just that. Her reaction to that simple action was totally unproportioned. Her heart stopped. She cried. On the bus. Right there. She was overwhelmed.

He looked so innocent and sweet at that very moment that it was just a shock to her. She had known him to be really tough (with the chaines he wore,and the heavy metal he listened to), so to see him like that just overwelmed her. Of course, when she started crying for no apparent reason, he thought she was crazy.It didnt matter to her. She thought she had recovered from her outburst when a bit of juice from the apple dripped on his chin and he was forced to lick it off. She was in heaven. She had truly never been that happy. That flicker of his tongue sent chivers down her spine and made her cry some more. And to this day, God knows she longs to see the time that she will feel more estatic then at that very moment; when she realised that she could die for this boy, who probably didn't even know her name. That was the turning point of our story. She had been ready to give him up, because it wasnt going anywhere.

The next day at school, she said "Hi!" to him in the hallway. He didn't reply. Maybe he haden't heard her, maybe he just ignored her cuz she looked so pathetic. She will never know.Or rather we will never know.It hurt her as if it was the worst thing ever to happen to her. As usual, she was. But then a golden opportunity showed itself. There was to be a camp! Away from the pollution of the city, far into the Quebec rurals...At first, when she didnt know he was going, she refused to go. She didnt want to be away from him, in another province, for 2 days.It was more then she could take.But when he finally decided himself to go, it would've been a crime if she hadn't gone. It was the perfect oppurtunity for her to talk to him without the school buzz weighing on them. They were meant to be together, and she had to make it happen...