March 9, 2013, 1:01 p.m.
Some Things Are Uncontrollable: Blue Eyes
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Ok so hi guys! I'm excited to be posting again. I have been tossing ideas around all week but those will come into play next chapter. My mind is like on the fritz. We had FOUR tests today but since it's Friday, I knew that I had to get something up. So here you go! Also...THANK YOU OMG THNK YOU FOR ALL OF THE COMMENTS LIKE THAT IS AWESOME COMMENTS AND REVIEWS AND RATINGS = MOTIVATION <3
Blue eyes. That was the first thing that I noticed when I entered the choir room. There was a man, taller than me, welcoming me to the class, a class that had students with skeptical gazes and judging eyes. All of them. Except for one.
Blue eyes. I know that isn't his name, but that is just about the only thing that I do know about him. His eyes are what drew me in. No matter how hard I tried to avert my gaze in another direction, like magnets, my eyes were always drawn to him.
I know that his friend, the one that he was talking to when Mr. Whatshisface introduced me, was Mercedes Jones. Apparently she has a killer voice as does the obnoxious Jew in the front row. She's shorter than me, Rachel something or other. I know that I have two classes with her and I am pretty sure that I heard her voice more than I heard the teacher's. Not like it mattered, since I wasn't paying attention anyway.
Those are about the only two names that I can match to faces besides Finn Hudson, who everyone knows. He's a giant. Plain and simple. There is his great defining detail. Apparently they need a better male lead and that is where I'm going to come in.
The last thing that I remember about Glee Club was staring at that beautiful boy next to me and remembering how great it would be to just pull his chair closer to mine so that I would be able to smash our lips together into a passionate, heated kiss that would leave us both so incoherent that there would be nothing left to say.
But I knew that that was the wrong thing to be thinking the moment that the thought popped into my head. I knew that this boy could very easily get me caught because all I want to do is take his hand in mine and walk down the halls of this hellish school for everyone to see so that they would know that this perfect human specimen belonged to me.
And by the way. Yes. He is gay. No straight man takes as much time as this boy did on his hair. Not to mention that clothes that he wore. His jauntily placed cap, knee high boots, skinny jeans that weren't just skinny, but painted on, and a white long sleeved shirt with a black corset vest around the chest, showing off how small his waist was.
He was beautiful and fashionable, and apparently, since he is in Glee Club, he must have a pretty decent voice too.
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My day two, everyone else's day three went just as I expected it would. I woke up early to my alram clock blaring and my parents no where in sight. No note telling me to have a good day. No food already set on the table. Nothing. But that was just about all that I ever expected out of them anymore.
I grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter as I ran out the door to my car, sitting just where I left it in the driveway.
The ride to school consisted of me checking my phone a few times, noticing that I had a few texts, one from Santana Lopez, which, honestly, I have no fucking idea how she got my number, and from what I had heard, she was an out and proud lesbian, so the reasoning behind her text telling me that I can 'Get some' anytime was unknown to me. The other few were from Noah Puckerman, asking me to join the football team, which reportedly sucked and their championship win last year was a complete fluke. I pondered the idea of me being on the team, sporting a letterman jacket, walking down the hall, king of the jungle and realized that there was nothing to lose from joining. The other text from Puck was asking me if I was actually going to show today because apparently 'Girls were lined up at my locker.' I could only imagine their faces if I told them that I didn't play for their team.
When I walked through the front doors of McKinley High today, I didn't worry that someone would find out my secret. I didn't try to figure out who my first target was going to be. There was only one thing that I could think of in that moment, and that was finding Blue Eyes.
Comments
ya know, blaine should join the football team. i can picture blaine in his letterman jacket, walking hand-in-hand with kurt down the halls of mckinley, for once in a state of happiness just by being who he is with the guy he loves. so when you're talking about blaine finding blue eyes, you're not talking about frank sinatra, right? i know, i'm just kidding ;) but hey, i'm happy that you don't have any homework this long three-day weekend! go out and enjoy it!
Hahaha good one! And thank you! I plan to!!!