His hair is a coal black colour, it reflects light in the sun. His beautiful, cerulean blue eyes dart across the room, watching everyone walk past. They shine and stand out against the grey hoodie and black pair of jeans he has decided to wear. He looks gorgeous, mysterious but captivating all at the same time. He’s the reason I come to this coffee shop, I don’t even like coffee! I eat the same muffin as him, my method of understanding him. Nobody notices him like I do. Nobody notices those well defined cheekbones. His strong pointed jaw. The way he tilts his mouth up at elderly people walking past, but tilts it down in confusion or if a group of bad people walk past. And that’s the thing, he knows who’s good and who’s bad. He looks over at me sometimes, and I shy away. He probably thinks I’m disgusting, I mean, who would even like me. I have paper white hair and poop brown eyes. I’m just old Plain Jane and he’s Gorge George! I lay back in my chair as I sip my milkshake, drifting into my dreams of him, Jake Harlet.
His hair is the colour of snow, I want to run my hands through it. His beautiful brown eyes that in the sunlight look like drops of honey, I want to drown in them. They mix well with his white t-shirt, red flannel tied around his waist and blue, washed, ripped jeans. He looks amazing, as always. He comes here everyday, and he’s the only reason I continued to. He eats the same muffin as me, everyday, I know it’s purposeful, which is why I change it daily to see what he likes. Nobody notices him like I do. Nobody notices his jawline. His amazingly sculptured nose. The way his eyebrows burrow in confusion or annoyance, but lift up when he is surprised or laughs softly at his phone. And his laugh, it’s entrancing, I could listen for hours. He looks at me a lot. I pretend not to notice, but I look at him too, he shys away. He’s beautiful, stunning. I mean, look at him. My dark black hair and blue eyes are nothing compared to him. I’m good old Average Joe while he’s Snack Jack. I sigh as I run a hand over my eyes, captivated in my thoughts of him, Ash Jones.
I smile as I kiss him, in front of them all. No longer shall I wait. My waiting is done, Ash HARLET is mine, and forever mine. I smile as I open my eyes to see two honey filled brown eyes staring up at me, two eyebrows lifted slightly as he smiles at me, his teeth shining. I cup his face with my hands as I again take him in, his black tux making his white hair stand out, my white tux making my black hair stand out. His tattoos are barely visible over the hemlines of the suit, his piercing removed to look more suitable for the wedding. I brush my thumb over his cheek as I place another kiss on his lips.
We turn around to the cheers of our families. My older brother is giving me a proud smile, my mum sobbing while my dad laughs, my little sister beaming at me and waving. I look over at Ash’s family, his Dad is holding back tears while his two little sisters are clapping over exaggeratedly. His mum on the other side with her new husband and son, she is smiling widely as the two males give him a thumbs up. I turn and scoop Ash into my arms as we walk down the pathway, towards our car. He laughs at me and for the first time that night, I’m relaxed, he’s mine, all mine.
And that’s just how it is.