Girl at the Corner

Rating: PG-13 as always

Genre: Romance/Angst

Summary: Someone he didn’t even know was making a large impact on his life…but was he on hers?

Disclaimer: yeah right. 

A/N: I feel all gloomy and stuff. And I love the thought of someone whom you were meant to be with forever and you didn’t even know their name. Please read, enjoy yourselves, and review afterwards.

BTW: Um…gonna leave the characters’ identities secret for now. And oh, the story will switch back and forth from past to present tense because the first person is reminiscing and sometimes it’s just a normal scene or it’s him talking about her. Ok…when I say present tense I mean it’s actually past but the guy is reliving it so it’s present to us. Yes, I know, it’s confusing. It’s even more confusing to revise, trust me. Just…read and enjoy. The message gets across, and I think that’s all that matters.  

Part One: Ode to Blue

All of my life, I remembered seeing her there, always sitting on the fading red bench in the old park, sitting under the Magnolia tree. She would stare as people walked by, always smiling, always quiet, always with her beautiful, wistful eyes.

For all my life, there were those blue eyes.

A hue of blue that could not be seen on a color pallet and only in her.

I tried to find paint that color once. I had the workers at Home Depot going insane.

I should have known that if I wanted to see that blue, I only need to look up at the sky early in the morning, for they were that exact shade.

I chose instead to look at her.

I wanted to know what she was thinking so in an act of pure spontaneity, I asked her one day, clearly shocking her for I had always been silent and seemingly preoccupied with something other than herself.

“I’m thinking about how marvelous life is. Can’t you hear the birds sing? I think it’s pretty,” she said simply, giving me a dazzling smile.

Note to self: find out what toothpaste she uses. Those teeth are amazing.

Contemplating her answer, I didn’t see what the big deal was in birds. Those pigeons looked evil and calculating to me…always cooing and flocking around.

I didn’t get it. I didn’t get her. But I still liked her and her company, which was pleasant and quiet, a relative calm after a hard day of work. 

Her ability to keep silent amazed me to no end. And when she spoke…they were of thought provoking and…exceedingly confusing things.

I loved it. What she said interested me, made me consider things, and usually put me into an emotional high.

Truth be told, I had thrived on the sound of her voice.

Truth be told again, I had thrived on her.

But…I didn’t even know her name. I had wanted to know her name. I had wanted to know what made her tick, what made her so compelling to me. 

“Are you an international spy?” I asked stupidly once, having no other ideas as to whom or what she was.

It was a game we played. Each day I would have one guess, always managing to get it wrong.

On that particular day, she had laughed that beautiful airy laugh of hers, shaking her head at me.

“You’re funny. I like you,” she said with her wondrous eyes sparkling. 

That Christmas, she had been waiting for me on the bench, a present in hand.

I had opened the red wrapping paper like a gleeful child, revealing a Tom Clancy spy novel.

“The international woman of mystery in there? That’s actually me,” she had said, smiling at my dumbfounded look.

I have read the aforementioned book through and through, and it still sits battered and used on my nightstand. I read it not because I was really into spy novels…but because it had come from her, someone that I was slowly falling in love with.

The girl with no name. The girl possibly working for the Yakuza for all that I knew of her.

“Who are you?” I had finally asked, frustrated.

She only smiled knowingly at me. “The girl at the corner in your mind,” she said cryptically, getting up and leaving me contemplating following her home, had it not seemed so stalker-like and obsessive of me.

If only she had known that she took up my entire mind…

If only I had known her name.

A/N: Not done yet. I’ll post more later. Bye all, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning and I’ve got to clean up my room for a Christmas party. Whoo hoo!

…I’m such a party animal, tee hee

‘Ta Lovelies

PS: Sorry the chapter is so short. --

PPS: I dunno when I’ll next update…so yeah.