It started with the two slamming into each other.
“What the hell?!”
“Watch where you’re going!”
Then their eyes met, and the anger increased tenfold. Photo sneered.
“Oh it’s you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Text clutched his books close to his chest and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger. His brow furrowed.
“Nothing, shoulda known you’d be throwin’ yourself at me sooner or later,” Photo stuck both hands into his pockets and gave a shrug to adjust his backpack.
“Throwing myself at you?” Text squinted.
“Yeah. I’ve seen how you look at me in class, you know. Ya didn’t think I noticed, didja? Didn’t know you’d actually ever find the courage to do somethin’, though. ‘N makin’ it look like an accident? Bumping into me in the library? Really? How very original ‘n charming,” he poked the books wrapped tightly around Text’s arms and gave them a push.
Text swayed a little from the nudge and pursed his lip.
“You know for a guy that’s all…” he gave a wave of his hand, motioning to all of Photo, “style and no substance, you sure do talk a lot.”
“A picture’s worth a thousand words,” Photo gave a sly grin- cutting in.
“And I’m not flirting with you. What makes you think I like you?”
These words made Photo’s head jerk back in surprise. Nobody had ever notliked him.
“Chat said th-“
“Everybody knows Chat talks a lot of nonsense,” Text said a-matter-of-factly, and pushed his glasses up again, “And I’m late for the lecture, so if you don’t mind-“
“Wait,” Photo grabbed Text’s shoulder, pulling him closer.
“What?” Text gave an exasperated sigh.
“What’s wrong with me?”
“I mean what, ya don’t find me attractive?”
Text’s mouth curled inward, suddenly he felt hot.
“I don’t know. I guess you’re.. okay. But I-“
Photo clasped his hands together, a broadening smile on his face. He beamed at Text, bouncing a little in place.
“I knew it!”
Text’s eyes widened. He suddenly felt even hotter. He almost dropped his books.
“Wait- that… that doesn’t mean-“
And suddenly, there they were, in the library, between sections B and C of The Ethics of Scrolling and The Mysteries of the Missing E, when Photo drew in close, pressing his lips firmly against Text’s. It lasted all of about five seconds, enough to leave a dumb-struck Text standing stiffly with books between their chests and the heat he felt to escalate. His heart drummed loudly in his ears and he could swear his legs started to buckle a little. Photo drew back, still smiling, slapped his hands on Text’s shoulders again and gave them a squeeze.
“I’ll see you in class,” he said, grinning, and he was gone.
He left Text feeling jittery, aflutter, dreamy eyed and confused.
If a picture was worth a thousand worths then he would surely never stop writing.
LOL SORRY I TRIED.