5 || their eyes meet || braydon alcine
“...And this is Tori.”
Their eyes meet.
Their eyes meet for the very first time and it’s as if he’s been struck by lightning - the world seems to fade to black and all that he is hanging onto are those eyes, those seemingly ordinary brown eyes and he’s covered in cold sweat or maybe the world turned a cold shower on top of him, that’s what it must be, some cruel joke that his heart pounds like this, his pupils dilated (in shock? in want?), some weird, buzzing hum in his ears (did someone turn the AC on too high all of the sudden?), his mouth completely dry and somehow cemented shut, his knees locked in place and it’s so fucked up- it’s so fucked up that all he wants to do is push his girlfriend away, the girl that he was sure he was in love with, to drop the arm he has placed around her shoulders as if to say no, hi, I am not affiliated with her, this girl, your best friend, the girl that I told I loved just three days ago, no she’s no one to me, not after I’ve looked into your eyes, felt myself hanging at the edge of a cliff only being kept alive by those eyes, your eyes, those eyes-
He’s so afraid to look away. What if he sees her nose, her lips, and fall in love with them so violently too? Her hands, her arms...
“Bray?”
It’s almost like ripping off a part of himself to turn away, to break the eye contact from the girl he’d just met.
Right. His girlfriend. The one he is supposed to love. She grounds him. He looks at her and her blue eyes calm him, and thinks begin to fall back to normal.
“Sorry. I’m- I got like two hours of sleep las night,” he excuses himself lamely, dropping the arm that feels cemented around Liz’s shoulders and taking her hand instead, offering the other hand to the girl that stood in front of him. “Kinda spacey.”
Maybe it was a fluke. It was true, he’d only gotten about two hours of sleep last night.
Their hands touch.
Oh how he fucking wished it was just a fluke.
It takes everything in him to play it cool. His hand around Liz tightens. It keeps him grounded.
“Nice to meet you, finally. I’m Braydon... But you already knew that.”
He smiles. It’s almost perfect. Unnoticeable.
But he’s ruined.
He fucked up.
Oh, it was so fucked up.