obsessing over a guy - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Lacy skipped along next to her in bright orange woollens and a red jacket. She could be an advert for some fancy kids clothing store, everything vibrant and clearly boutique. Her black curls bounced as she skipped along and with every breath she asked another question about lions, tigers and zebras. Sophie did her best to sound knowledgable but her mind was constantly flipping back to her conversation with Brad. Perhaps she was trying too hard to make something out of nothing but maybe he was suggesting they could be more than friends. She wanted to linger on his words, see them from different points of view and layer on multiple explanations. Making a fool of herself really wasn't high on her priority list. But every time she thought a new idea would come, Lacy squeaked a query or a spurious fact, and her train of thought would evaporate.
My eyes land on the guy in front of me, my heart stopping in my chest. He has spiky black hair that complements his pale skin so beautifully. His aquamarine eyes are brighter than the sun itself. His smile nearly melts me into a puddle of nothing. "Hi," his voice is more inviting than a seat at the cheerleader's table. I'm already totally obsessed with this guy, I just know it.
I felt eyes on me before I could even blink and knew exactly who it was. "Ready for today?" Her long blond hair smelled faintly of jasmine as she leaned into me. She quikly untied my chains from around me and held my body in her arms, rocking me from side to side. She faintly smiled, wich sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I was in trouble when her sparklling blue eyes met mine and they seemed to smile evilly.
My friends tell me that I'm obsessed with Markus but I don't think that liking all his past instagram pictures, knowing exactly which class he is or where he lives or who he hangs out with is called obsessing. Okay I admit it, it sounds a bit weird but really I'm not obsessed, I just know things about him that not everyone necessarily needs to know. Or maybe I'm too afraid to admit it...