hi guys! i edited this story that i had up for a while. i realize it's not the best i can do, but i don't feel any inspiration for this story anymore. thanks to all those that enjoyed it! :D
"I have something to tell you, Neil." Eva's long fingers tapped on the table. Neil's stomach clenched with apprehension, but he took a deep breath to steady his voice and tried to lighten the mood. That's what he always did. That's what he was good at.
"Is it something bad, something good, or something about me being awesome? Because I must warn you that I DO know." That brought a smirk to her lips.
"No… it's something else. Big news."
He was the only boy in kindergarten that wore glasses. They were neat, circular spectacles, and although they sat steadily on the bridge of his nose, Neil developed a tendency to push them up.
Dennis was the biggest boy in class, therefore the king in the kindergarten hierarchy. His devoted followers copied his every move, so when he first pointed a snotty finger at Neil and screeched, "Four eyes!", they were quick to duly comply.
Rumors spread instantly. "Glasses cooties" became a common fear among the populace of Little Learners Preparatory Kindergarten. Before he knew it, Neil sat alone at snack-time, play-time, and lunch-time.
One day, while Neil concentrated hard on coloring inside the lines at his desolate table at the edge of the classroom, a girl with cocoa-colored skin and hair down to her shoulders approached him.
"Hi," she said, sitting down in the chair next to him. "My name is Eva."
"What are you doing here?" he cried, then immediately regretted his outburst. He hadn't meant to sound harsh. Now she'll never come close to me ever again.
"I wanted to talk to you. I like the things on your eyes." She smiled. "My name is Eva. Do you want to be friends?"
Today is the day I ask her. The school dance was coming up in a week. Neil's friend Sarah, upon noticing Neil was dateless, had urged him to ask Eva – after all, she had no reason to say no.
Eva sat at the other end of the room, her eyes trained on her biology textbook. He took a deep breath, wiped his clammy hands on his jeans, paced around in circles, and took another deep breath. He then walked over to her as calmly as he could.
"Hey, Evie," he managed to say, without stuttering. Success. His eyes flitted to the text in front of her. "Reading about the… brain?"
"Neurology. Apparently in the future, we'll be able to access memories and change them." She looked like she was about to say more, but she paused and looked up. "So, what's up?"
"I… uhm… I was – was wondering… if you'd like to come to the, uh, school dance with me," he stuttered. "As friends," he added as an afterthought.
"I'm sorry, Neil, but Paul's already asked me." Eva grimaced apologetically. "Maybe next time?"
"Neil? NEIL? Are you even listening to me?"
He snapped back to reality in an instant. "Huh? Oh… uh, yeah."
"So… will you?"
"Will I what?"
Eva sighed in exasperation and rolled her eyes. "I knew you weren't listening. Will you be my best man?"
"Wait…" Confusion runs cold through his veins. "Best man? You're getting married?!"
"Neil… I'm engaged." She lifted her hand to reveal a big diamond ring sparkling on her ring finger. It shimmered, even under the dim light of Eva's kitchen. He stared at the thing in incredulity, bile rising and burning his throat. He must've looked just as crestfallen as he felt, because her eyebrows furrowed in concern, and she asked in a cautious voice, "Hey, what's wrong?"
It was all too much – the announcement, his feelings for her building up, his caffeine withdrawal. He felt himself shaking with unjustified rage. "WHAT'S WRONG? Eva, are you blind? I know you're smart – we're partners at work for a reason – but are you really that blind? I'M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU. I have been, since kindergarten. Every time I tried telling you, you're either taken or you think I'm drunk! Even in other people's memories, you've rejected me! Remember how you brushed me off in Johnny's? And now you dare ask me…" he hissed bitterly, "what's wrong?" His fist landed on the table and she flinched.
His body moved before his mind as he stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
The dark haired doctor stood in her kitchen, feeling cold, feeling alone, feeling scared, and most of all, feeling nothing at all.