As always.

Ello world. I'm not aiming for the poetic, deep look right now, so bear with me.

So school is back. Oh the tragedy... Course we aren't doing anything yet. It's quite sad. We all just go there and sit around, nothing to do. I would work on my new L/J long fic, but really, in a school full of nerds do I really need to be the nerdiest? Why yes of course I do. ;D

Anyway, I've discovered Doctor Who. I've only seen a few episodes so far, but they're amazing. I don't know what it is, the thrilling stories every show, the Ninth Doctor's enthusiasm, or maybe its just the accents. Whatever it is, I am hooked and loving it.

Now, onto what you've been dying to hear... The "Invisible" boy. (And here comes the "poetic" part I promised I wouldn't do..)

He's as beautiful as ever.. Dark hair tousled, brown eyes searching, always searching... His mouth set, determination easily read in his features. His skin darker than normal, of course that was expected. What wasn't expected was the action, or lack thereof. He never placed a foot on my bus. Its as if every time I get close to this boy, fate tears me apart. I hate it. I want him. I want all of him. Once again, I rarely know what I want, and when I do know, I also know I can never have it. Just my luck.

To end on a more positive note, the beach was incredible. As always.

It Would Sound Lovely

I ran into you the other day. You looked just as I remembered, beanie covering your brown hair, skin a lovely tan color, the sound of your voice, your amazingly dark brown eyes. It was all just too much. You saw me again, those dark eyes latching onto my own.

Though we didn't speak (because I had my friends and you had yours), I saw the recognition.

You remembered too.

My breath hitched, my body tensed, and I knew every movement, every step was basing your opinion on me. Thoughts raced through my mind.

Has he noticed my absence on the bus?

Has he looked for me?

Does he even know my name?

Do you? Do you know my name? Do you doodle it in the margins of your papers? Do you imagine how it would sound with yours?

It would sound lovely.

Wondering

Sometimes I wonder about you. I wonder what you're like, if you think of me, if you ask about me... I wonder if we'd be good together, I wonder if we'd have a chance... I wonder if you still can see me, or if I'm invisible again..?

Am I?

Please tell me I'm not, because though I'm a girl who never really knows what she wants... I know I want you.

Flying

He looked.

The shy girl with red glasses and freckled cheeks isn't quite as invisible as she once thought.

She had stopped looking for his face long ago. She had given up the possibility of being seen. But today had been a good day, and she missed his face oh-so-much. So she peeked.

His tan skin, beautiful mouth, dark dark eyes. It was like a breath of fresh air. She immediately wished to be closer to him. Then, something new. The seat to her right [number eight precisely] was suddenly occupied.

Startled, but not disappointed, she watched him out of the corner of her eye, feeling oddly aware. Without much warning he peeked at her as well. His dark dark eyes were finally on her and she was flying.

With as little as two blinks time, the moment was gone. The rest of the ride, she listened to him speak, cherishing the sound of his voice. Then, for the remainder of the day, all she could focus on was the feeling of his eyes on her.

Of those dark dark eyes on her.

Of being seen.

Of flying.