Sitting, waiting, eyeing the door
Sitting in boredom
Waiting for more
All of a sudden they both walk in
My grimace is magically
Turned into a grin
His dirty blonde hair falls over his eyes
Making it hard to hold in
Sympathetic sighs
He puts his arm around my shoulder
Wonderfully I don’t feel
So much colder
I feel my face start to slightly red
As soon as I feel on my shoulder his head
Impulsively I rest my head on his
Without even thinking if another girl there is
An hour passes with laughs and smiles
Then to jinx the night,
Out ring questions in piles
Inquiries, of course, are all about “herâ€?
Logically, I figure there must be some type of cure
But instead I watch on and standby in silence
As no-one can tell that to me, this is violence
We wait for his answer
As I pray for a distraction
He turns to me quickly
There’s for sure an attraction
Then startling us all,
He was saved by the bell
It was time to leave
To someone soon, I had to tell…........
(see sequel)