Jeff: Wheel and Julia
Jeff
October 30, 2013
Jeff couldn’t keep his eyes off of Julia. She was beautiful, astoundingly beautiful. Another day in English class, staring at the love of his life, never once saying a word, he was afraid of rejection afraid that if she said no he would never look at another woman the same, all he did was stare from across the room.
She was 20 years old, petite, her slim five foot frame adorned with a light pink sundress that rested right above the knee, a ribbon in her hair to match. The scent of lavender never left her. He imagined running his fingers through the Hershey chocolate curls that spiraled down to her chin; touching her lips, two pink rose petals, resting, on a peaches and crème complexion; good enough to eat.
“It’s about time you talk to her”, said Darwin, “you know I hate rejection”, “Never know until you try”. Darwin was right! After all he was Jeff’s friend, Jeff’s only friend for that matter.
He had been there the last few years when no one else was, giving him words of advice and encouraging him to do things. Darwin wasn’t like Jeff, he was a risk taker; a ladies man, everything Jeff wanted to be. “Stop being a punk, talk to her after class.” Insecurities began seeping into his head, was he funny, attractive or smart enough to capture her attention?
“Class dismissed” Jeff heard faintly, he was still caught off guard. The way the light from the class room window hit Julia’s honey brown eyes, made them sparkle, driving him wild. He was ready to talk to her. “Ju….Jul” about to choke and in a moment of indecision, he remembered the words of Darwin ”don’t be a punk” and finally mustered up the courage.
He moved to the other side of the room where she was packing up the last of her things. “Hi my name is Jeff”. “Hi Jeff I am Julia”. His body stood frozen, her melodic voice sent chills down his spine and it took him a moment to adjust his thoughts.
Julia analyzed his appearance.
He smelled funny. A grey
October 30, 2013
Jeff couldn’t keep his eyes off of Julia. She was beautiful, astoundingly beautiful. Another day in English class, staring at the love of his life, never once saying a word, he was afraid of rejection afraid that if she said no he would never look at another woman the same, all he did was stare from across the room.
She was 20 years old, petite, her slim five foot frame adorned with a light pink sundress that rested right above the knee, a ribbon in her hair to match. The scent of lavender never left her. He imagined running his fingers through the Hershey chocolate curls that spiraled down to her chin; touching her lips, two pink rose petals, resting, on a peaches and crème complexion; good enough to eat.
“It’s about time you talk to her”, said Darwin, “you know I hate rejection”, “Never know until you try”. Darwin was right! After all he was Jeff’s friend, Jeff’s only friend for that matter.
He had been there the last few years when no one else was, giving him words of advice and encouraging him to do things. Darwin wasn’t like Jeff, he was a risk taker; a ladies man, everything Jeff wanted to be. “Stop being a punk, talk to her after class.” Insecurities began seeping into his head, was he funny, attractive or smart enough to capture her attention?
“Class dismissed” Jeff heard faintly, he was still caught off guard. The way the light from the class room window hit Julia’s honey brown eyes, made them sparkle, driving him wild. He was ready to talk to her. “Ju….Jul” about to choke and in a moment of indecision, he remembered the words of Darwin ”don’t be a punk” and finally mustered up the courage.
He moved to the other side of the room where she was packing up the last of her things. “Hi my name is Jeff”. “Hi Jeff I am Julia”. His body stood frozen, her melodic voice sent chills down his spine and it took him a moment to adjust his thoughts.
Julia analyzed his appearance.
He smelled funny. A grey