fantasie
"I wonder if anyone knows who you really are…because I sure as hell do,"
"Oh really? Tell me who I am then," he said with a scoff and a smirk.
"Ok, let me start with your appearance. To the world you look like the insanely gorgeous and popular pretty boy. You’re the boy every guy wants to be, you’re the boy ever girl wants to have. You’re mainstream yet you make it look like it’s effortless and completely original. You’re witty and smart but you don’t exactly flaunt your intelligence like you do with you’re wit. You’re the joker, the class clown. "You’re the typical white boy that talks easily and charms anyone while also making snarky remarks. You take advantage of your wealth and popularity in the way you dress and the way you socialize. You want to appear superior to everyone, you seek attention. You use every asset you have including your blonde hair and blue eyes to your advantage."
As I said these words, I heated up, I got closer to him showing the fire in my eyes, showing him my passion, I took a breath.
He looked at me with a straight face, his eyes were glossy, and sinking downward.
I continued, “That’s just how the world sees you, as a typical boy. Little do they know that you’re a mystery. Behind you’re enlightening features that make you seem so bright and life-like, you’re dark and lonely. You surround yourself with people so that pain will go away but when you’re really alone, when it’s just you and nothing else, you’re lonely. You crave affection, you crave love,” I paused. “But you’re too afraid. Too afraid to love, love the things you want, do the things you want. The things may not be socially acceptable. “You’re afraid of carrying out you’re uttermost desires that would never give you attention. You’re afraid, you’re pained. You’re scared of moving away from the spotlight that you call home. You’re scared of loving the girl. The girl that you know you love.”
He looked down at the floor completely still. Every feature on his face was shifted downward, his cheekbones hollow and sunken. His face had a small, tiny pink dots all around it. He lips began to quiver, “No, I’m not,” he took a breath, “You don’t know me,” he said though his teeth, “I’m not afraid of anything.”
I looked down at him. My eyes were looking deeply at his face. I raised an brow and spoke, “Then kiss me.”