So you bust your ass to get to train but the conductor hasn't opened the train doors as of yet, so there's a crowd of people waiting at each train door like a bunch of fucking lab rats. You just fucking move on and keep walking on the platform.
You want to get to the front of the train. This way when you get off at your stop, you can make an easier connection to the other train you must catch to get to your college.
You finally make your way to the front of the train and there are about twenty people waiting for the door to open. You berate yourself for stopping to buy the gum but as you wait along with the human cattle at the door you catch a pair of blue eyes boring into you.
You quickly turn away and turn your head again to make sure the boy/man, you're not too sure as of yet, is looking at you.
You catch his eyes and he looks away, slightly blushing.
You smile and fluff your highlighted curls. The man, you finally got a good glimpse of him, is gorgeous. He's about six feet, shaved head, beautiful blue eyes and dressed in slightly hip-hop attire. Yeah your down with it and him. Plus, he's holding a newspaper...which means he READS! It's just getting better and better. Maybe it wasn't so bad that you stopped for gum.
You see him turning his head towards you yet again, there's about three people between you. You look anywhere but his direction and feel homeboy's stare.
The train door finally opens and people begin to push and swarm. You let the pushy woman in front of you pass and look for a seat, in the soon-to-be crowded train car. The only place remotely empty in the bench in front of you and guess who's there?
Him.
That's all that echoes in your mind as you hurry to take the seat next to him. You wonder if your colonge wafts over to him. You hope so. He's sitting on your left. You move a bit closer to him than you normally would. You repsect people's space but he didn't seem to mind...in fact he opened his legs and his knee brushes against yours.
You inwardly smile.
He stares at you, yet again and asks you for the time.
You look hurriedly look down, flick your wrist, move your coat sleeve and say "7:25" in a high, breathy voice.
He boldly stares into your eyes and says, "Thanks."
You don't like how your voice sounds when you talk to him, so you just say, "Mmmhmm" in your throat instad of saying 'Your welcome'.
He looks at you a moment longer and then opens his folded newspaper. You place your bookbag on the floor, between the seat and your legs.
You think he probably thinks your a fucking loser. You feel like one. You should have came up with a witty reply. You usually do but it's too damn early in the morning and you seem to be thinking at one word per minute.
The cutie sitting next to you stops reading and closes his eyes. You look at him again and curse your chemistry lab class. The lab has a policy against wearing contacts and you, of course, follow it but you can't see all the contours of HIM without sitting in his damn lap.
You sigh heavily and remember you didn't read your lab book since last week so you pull your bookbag out from behind your legs and the guy opens his eyes and watches you.
You turn to look at him and catch him staring at you but he quickly turns his head away and reads his newspaper.
You pull out the book and damn yourself, in your head, for being so damn shy.
You read.
He reads.
You look at him again reading about the 'All Stars' game and look back to your Chemistry book, but secretly spy on him from the corner of your eye.
He looks at you and tries to play it off that he is reading his newspaper but a section falls away from his Daily News, on to your Timberland covered foot.
The two of you look at each other, pause, and then the both of you, look at your shoe.
He bends to pick up his fallen newspaper and checks out your denim-covered leg in the process.
You happily notice that the both of you are wearing Timberlands and watch him sit back in the seat and pretend to read the newspaper. You see him turning the page and then turning back to the same page.
You wait for him to make the next move...
You pray for him to make the next move...
When in the fuck is he going to make his move?
You're sure you look interested. You are so damn close to him that if you were any closer you would be on top of him. He's staring at you. You try to catch his eyes. What's the goddamn problem?
You hope that he comes off on your stop. Then maybe, just maybe you'll make the first move...maybe...most likely not but your praying to any and every God that you can.
The train is one stop away from entering Manhattan. The first Mahattan stop is your stop...but if anyone up there is listening, it could be the stop for the two of you.
You see him looking you way and then slowly folding his newspaper.
Oh no. No! No! No! You are screaming in your mind.
He's getting up, a woman takes his seat, and the train stops. He moves toward the opening door and he looks back at you one more time before he has to leave and this time you hold your stare.
He doesn't blink.
He leaves the train and steps onto the platform. You sigh and slightly pout...wishing you had the balls to talk to him.
You look around the train and feel everyone staring at you, berating your too shy ass.
You look back at the door which is beginning to close.
You wish you could have rewound the day.
You wish you were more bold.
You would have done things much differently.
You look at the closing door, watching your hope closing along with it...closing...closing...clos- wait a minute.
The door's opening, someone's pushing it open.
You couldn't see who it was because the train is crowded with New York City straphangers.
You look down at your feet, still calling yourself all kinds of stupid.
You hear someone saying "Excuse me...excuse me" and the train takes off.
You see someone stand in front of you but your still looking at the ground so you check out the person's shoes since you have nothing better to do.
You notice it's a pair of tan Timberlands just like-
You look up quickly.
"Hey," he says, "my name's Justin. And you are?"
You grin.
Maybe someone was listening.
The End