Feb. 19, 2015 Fizgig, I touched your face for the first time today, and damn did I enjoy it! I crossed our touch barrier for the second time in forever. I left the library at just the right time, for the second time lol. At first I thought I left a little too early because I didn't see you exit the building where we have our classes at. I was kind of sad so I ended up walking through the entry with my head down. As I walked through the entry, there were people exiting at the same time, so I held the door open for them. I turned to walk to class, but I was startled when I saw you, out of the blue. You just managed to settle yourself on the stairs, patiently waiting for me to notice you with a smile on your face while fixing the bottom of your jeans. It took a second for me to catch my breath and remember how to form words. The sight in front of me was just a picture of perfection. Like an angel sitting so relaxed on cloud 9, with one of the sweetest smiles God could have ever created. I slowly approached you, contemplating whether or not I should sit next to you. I decided against it since it would mean I'd be blocking the stairway, and there were students coming in and out as is. As I came closer to you, you told me that you just finished one of your favorite classes, which was History with one of my favorite and former professors. You asked me what class I was heading to and I told you it was Psychology. Except, instead of saying the whole word, I just shortened it and said Psycho. Then you, being soo annoying, just had to call me a psycho yourself LOL. I really didn't intend to touch you, believe me. I only pretended to whack you for fun. So when I felt my nails grazing your face, I was pretty damn shocked. As a reflex reaction, I reached out to rub the part of your face that I barely scratched, and tried to apologize. Your reaction was priceless. You shied away, and jokingly screamed, "Aahhh! She touched me!! Get away!!" After that, you stood up, telling me to head to class, and that you'd see me later after class. I laughed and agreed, as I walked up the stairs to head to class. When class finished, I walked straight to the library. I really didn't expect to see you there, usually because you would have left campus by the time I finished class. Anyway, I wasn't able to concentrate during class. All I kept thinking about was your smile, that look whenever I stare straight into your eyes, and the still hands and rapid heart beat I get, the soft skin of your pimply, semi-cratered face, that I was oh so lucky to have felt with my own two hands. Seriously, I might as well have not gone to class because I just couldn't find it in me to think. Even when the professor picked on me, it just wasn't working. Anyway, I was trying to find a place to sit in the library, somewhere where both Jen and I could sit. As I scanned the area, I could see that there was no place for Jen and I to sit, but as my eyes landed at the computers, I saw you, with a concentrated look on your face. There were two seats next to you that were unoccupied, and I remember thinking that this is either a sign from God, or a cruel joke to have me get closer to Fizgig. At first, I pretended to pass him by while trying to find other places to sit, but when I couldn't find anything, I walked up right behind to where he was sitting, and gently pushed his head with my bottle to bother him. I asked him how his face was, and apologized again for what happened. I even gave his face a check to make sure I didn't do any damage. It was beautiful, flawless, and perfect as usual. Anyway, as he asked me what I was up to, I took a seat next to him and told him I was looking for Jen. As if on cue, she came just when I said her name. However I didn't pay any attention to her as she took the seat right next to me because Mr. Fizgig was telling me how he missed either a quiz or exam for math, and missed a considerable amount of points for that. I asked him if it was possible to ask his professor if he can do it late, and he said that he'd have to ask the professor himself. To try and comfort him, I told him about how I found out today that I missed the deadline of having to read a chapter book that was maybe about an inch thick for my English class and that I had to watch the DVD too. He was shocked at first but wanted to know more about the book. That's when I ran to the DVD section to try and find the DVD. I showed him the DVD and as he was looking at it, I decided to talk stories with Jen. When I was done, he gave me back the DVD and I told him how the library also had Pan's Labyrinth, which he was pleased to learn. After a while, he told me excitedly that he had something to show me. He pulled out his History paper, and had me look at it. I flipped the paper to the back because I had a feeling he really wanted me to see the score. He had a 47/50. I was so proud of him, and happy for him! I looked up to give him our usual brofist, and I saw that twinkle in his eyes again, the twinkle or innocence and happiness. He then proceeded to tell me about how he did with his Japanese oral and how he almost got a hundred for that, and he would have had he not been chewing gum during his orals hahahaha. We were in our own little bubble for a moment, enjoying our conversation but got interrupted when the lady sitting next to him told us to talk more quietly because she couldn't focus. Honestly, I didn't understand why she couldn't have just used earphones to block the noise but whatever. The look on Fizgig's face was......damn. Terrifying? Scary? Something along those lines. It was the same irritated/pissed off expression he had when he told me about how his ex told him how she cheated on him. I realized then that when he told me that I could never ruin his days, he really meant it because of all the times he's with me, I've never seen that face. Ever. Except for when he told me that story about his ex. But I've never seen that face because of something I've said or done. It was always a gentle smile, or the twinkly eyes. Or the playful smiles he'd always give. They were my smiles. Smiles that were made BECAUSE of me. And I enjoyed every moment of it.
