joel + ? | based on this | @indiemuseblr
Joel’s pencil quickly stopped doodling onto the margins of the book he was reading as an eerie silence filled the hall. His brown eyes looked up, straight in his line of sight he locked eyes with her. Scratching the back of his neck, he gawks at her beauty for a moment too long before quickly realizing what he was doing. Being flustered, he looked around him — A football player was standing a few feet behind him, but he could have sworn she was looking right at him. “Ah, h-hi, sorry... do you need me to move?” he pointed to the guy behind him, feeling like a complete idiot, as he started to pick up his stuff.











