The first time I was in the same room as him was the day of my 19th Birthday, I was in the art gallery and was to caught up in all the pieces of creation surrounding me, the second time was only 2 weeks after, at The District bar, my first time ever in a bar by the way, and even though he was only a few feet away I didn’t see him, and him didn’t see me. This continued for a few more occasions and we never met, I guess I was so caught up in looking for something I never actually, you know, looked. This was until it finally happened on a random Monday. I had gone to school earlier than usual, purely by mistake of never checking my class schedule and what time classes started. I had been revising for a test that following Wednesday and I was stressed as well as bored beyond belief with studying so I decided to make my way to the student lounge to relax before I had to head to my classroom on the 4th floor, room 16 of the Plainfield building. Though the next thing I knew a cheesy cliché was playing out right in front of my eyes, I had bumped shoulders with someone, sending my notes on the Digestive and Nervous system falling to the ground. I was honestly seconds away from throwing my self into traffic at this point. Trying to calm my inner thoughts I looked towards the person who just made my morning a touch worse than it was before hand. You know how these type of moments happen in the the stories. The girl and boy make eye contact and the moment is just perfect. When I gazed into this boys eyes and he gazed into mine the air around us felt absolutely and totally… normal. Nothing happened. No butterflies in my stomach, no love at first sight. I felt totally and perfectly mundane. I could assume he felt the same by the way he nonchalantly just mumbled a sorry and walked off, though I’ll give him credit he did pick up one of the bundle of notes before I did and gave me a meek smile before leaving. After that entire experience I made my way to the lounge and continued my day as normal. Though I did think of the boy at least once a day afterwards for about a week before I moved on. There had been something about him that was familiar but I just couldn’t put my finger on it, though my curiosity didn’t last long. That was the last time i was in the same room as him for a month before we met again. Though this time I would get his name.
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