Chocolate Milk Eyes

The girl was sitting under the tent at her school carnival. She was wearing a long cream blouse with black flowers all over it. It was so hot with the sun blazing too bright. She put her camera on the table and sat with her class-mates. She was talking with them about some girls stuffs when he came.

His head was full of sweat. He was taller and thinner then the girl could remember, and he was wearing the maroon shirt. Without courtesy he sat in front of that girl and started to grumble.

"It's bloody hot. And I'm totally starving," he said.

That girl blinked her eyes a few times, "Yes it is."

She watched him wiping his heads and suddenly said, "You can eat them."

That boy moved her eyes and saw a box of lunch near her camera. "Really?"

"Yes. Just eat."

Then he grabbed that box and opened it quickly. "Have you had yours?" he asked to the girl.

"No. Yes, it's fine. I'm not really hungry."

"Okay then."

For a few moments, the girl spent her time watching him eating his lunch. He was eating as if he had never eaten for a week. He also talked to her some weird stuffs, sometimes asked her about her camera.

He was so close, right in front of her. He looked exhausting and starving. But it was also the first time when she realised how beautiful his eyes were. They were big and bright with the too thick eyelashes bounded them. And they were brown, like the chocolate milk.

She kept staring into those eyes until he couldn't focus on the boy's words. She told herself, "How can a boy's eyes could be so beautiful?"

And a strange feeling came. She wanted to have those eyes only staring at her. She wanted him. She wanted to see those eyes everyday. She wanted to touch those eyelids with her soft fingers.

She had never felt that way before. Maybe she had drowned into those chocolate milk eyes once she tried to dive.

xxxLAC