For the first time, I was stuck. My hand was on the paintbrush, giving a final touch to the pair of eyes that had been haunting me for the past few months.
I had become perfect at drawing the same pair of eyes repeatedly, but I could not draw anything else, not even an imaginary figure.
After giving the final touch to the same pairs, I would always fall in love with it again and again, like the first time.
Why wouldn't I? It was a mesmerizing pair of blue eyes—damn captivating.
Whenever those pairs of eyes appeared in my dreams, I would try to find something beyond those eyes, like everything, at least the face part, but till today I was not lucky. Only those pairs would appear for a few seconds and vanish. The next day, I would scratch my head in front of my paint board to go beyond those eyes, but I was not successful in drawing at least the eyebrow part, and I would end up getting irritated.
It's not fair.
I am an art student at a prestigious college, pursuing my final year. I know I will be a great artist in the coming days, without a doubt. My professors have high hopes for me, and I am not going to disappoint them.
I am very good at drawing humans, irrespective of gender and age. Till today, I have drawn so many and won most of the competitions. Why I was stuck with a pair of eyes was beyond me. I am not able to draw an imaginary figure, which frustrates me more.
I have fallen in love with those pair of eyes, and these days my mood is always off as I am not able to draw anything beyond that.
It was like a mystery, and I hate mysteries.
Every time I faced those pairs of eyes, I would feel warm, unknown feelings, and my attachment to those pairs increased tremendously without my conscious awareness.
Whenever I greet a new face as I pass by, my habit has changed to staring at their eyes just to find my pair of eyes, and disappointment is inevitable.
As the days passed, I was branded as creepy and a stalker by my friends, and I don't give a damn. I need to find those pairs and the person carrying them. I want to give a final touch to my painting and a permanent break to my heartbeats, which always beat rapidly whenever I face those eyes.
I am at the peak of my stupidity.
I was sleep-deprived, and my energy was not up to par. I can only blame those pairs.
I was walking lazily toward the bus stop after so many days that I thought of attending the classes for attendance's sake. Did the bus come early, or was I late? When I saw the bus, I started running, and I caught the bus in time. Thank God.
I entered the bus hastily. I stumbled into something and fell down. Ow, my head hurts a little.
I lay in the same position not bothering to get up. 'I hate my life these days. I hate how I turned into a clumsy person. I hate everything that's going on these days.' I was mumbling these things repeatedly within me.
I heard a voice questioning me. "Are you ok?" Followed by laughter. 'Where the hell are manners these days? He is not trying to conceal his smile. My eyes were still closed. "Here, take my hand." Once again, the same voice. I was okay with the way I was lying, but I can't lay the same way I was on the damn bus. I took his hand. "Try not to give more weight to me. I may end up with you or beside you. You are a little healthy." I was irritated and wanted to shout that it's not called healthy. The exact term is muscularity to attract girls' duffer but I held back. By taking his hand, I was in front of him.
"Are you ok?" Followed by a chuckle. Lazily, I opened my eyes to shoot back something, but I was shocked on the spot. I was stunned for a few seconds, mesmerized by the same pair of eyes that were haunting me. At last, I found the owner and his sexuality was definitely unexpected. This was not what I was expecting. No, no, no. How the hell do those hazel eyes belong to a male specie? No, there must be something wrong. Did I hit very hard on my head? No right? I can't get confused between female and male, right?
By keeping my face straight. I spoke. "You are not the owner." He was surprised and baffled for a few seconds. Soon, it was replaced by his smile. "What are you saying?" I was irritated for no reason. "You are not the owner of those eyes." He was perplexed for a few seconds. "Well, last time when I checked, I was the owner, which was passed on by my mother." Thank God. I was damn right. "See, I told you. You are not the owner; it's your mother's gift. She carries the same eyes, right?" "Yeah, but not exactly; hers is a light color; mine is dark. So, I am the owner of these eyes."
I was annoyed and angry, not getting the exact reason for it. He can't be the bloody owner of those eyes. My beautiful eyes.
"Are you ok?" Followed by laughter clearly, he was getting entertained by everything, and I am not a buffoon if he thinks I am for his information.
I was showing how annoyed I was on my face, and he was getting the message. I am a sucker for those eyes, but should I just give up on b**bs for those? Over my dead body. I can't trade everything just for those eyes.
I am not so turning into gay. Never.
"Did you hurt too much? Have you lost memory or what?" He burst into laughter at seeing my face. I averted my eyes from those damn eyes. He is the most cheerful person I have ever come across. Damit. If only I were getting the sound of laughter from a girl, then it would be a melody to my ears.
A nearby seat was empty, and I went and took the seat. Beside me, the seat was empty and occupied by the same guy. I need a damn break for the day. Can't he take a clue?
"Are you okay? By holding the same bloody smile, which is doing something to me. You should go to the nearby hospital. Something might have happened to your head. You are behaving weirdly. I can check on you if you want for now to see whether there is a blood clot or anything."
I reached my patience level. "Excuse me, do I know you? If you are flirting or anything, you should let me know. Clearly, I don't know how flirting works between guys, and I am not turning gay for you or for your eyes to forget it." He burst out even louder. For God's sake, I meant every damn word, and I am not kidding, especially when it comes to girls. I coughed myself up and turned toward the window.
I was doing my best not to avert my eyes from the window, but I did. He was listening to music by closing his eyes and moving his head to the song, including his legs.
My stop came, and we both got up. I glared at him, and he was smiling. "I swear this is where I usually get down, and I am not following you." Like, I care. We got down and started walking in the opposite direction. I took a few steps and turned back. He was walking while plugging in the same earbuds. As the distance kept increasing, I felt annoyed. It's been a few minutes, and something is happening within me. I was frustrated by the way my heart felt an ache with each step. This is not happening.
I felt anxious and every step was heavy. I wanted to question so many things but as seconds passed the gap between us increased nothing mattered anymore.
The next thing I did was run and stand in front of him. He was startled for a few seconds and removed his earphones. "This is not happening in my life." He started smiling, and God knows why. "Are you sure you are, okay?" "Oh, please, that's just a minor fall." "Is it? The way you are acting, I highly doubt it. Rambling some shitty things." "Hey, I like your dam eyes. It haunted me for a few months. I had imagined a whole lot and look what it turned out." I am not joking; he should give a damn break to his smile. "Ok, I guess I'm sorry for your loss." "I don't want your apology. You know I may sound crazy enough, and I am not getting how this is coming out of my mouth. Let's date for a few days and see how things will turn out between us."
He was studying my face, and by this time he must have concluded that I am crazy. Oh, please trust me, even I don't know what the hell is happening to me. "You know there is a nearby hospital. You should consult the doctor as soon as possible before it's too late." I huffed. "Hey, I am not crazy, and I am aware of what I am saying." "If you like my eyes so much, we can be friends too. Why the hell do you want to date me?" "Because I not only like your eyes, but I have also fallen in love with them." He sighed by crossing his hands over his chest as he spoke. "If anyone is carrying the same eyes, will you ask them too? If you are lucky if the person turns out to be a girl, then?" I didn't expect this comeback. It was a few minutes into our meeting I didn't even think that way.I pondered over the question. Strangely, he makes sense, but the biggest question is am I ready to slip whatever I have in my hand? "Good question, but I don't want to take any chances. I have gone through so many sleepless nights and started sucking in my subjects, so no thank you. If I dealt with you, that's enough." By taking a long breath and facing me, he spoke. "Well, then thank you, but He approached my ears and spoke. I am not into d**k. You should consult a doctor." By saying that, he started moving.
What a d***k.
The next minute, I was in front of him again. He left with an exhausted breath. "Are you bloody homophobic?" "What?" Are you?" "Of course, not." "Thank God. I was thinking of joining this community, shit and all. To attend these yearly shows and everything. Even joining a few gay communities to secure protection. Nowadays, they are open-minded. Why take risks, right?" He was irritated and I can't help it. By the way, I should be the one who should be frustrated more because I am bloody taking a 'U' turn in my sexuality. "Are you hearing yourself? What the hell are you blabbering?" "Common, give me a bloody chance. I want to date you." "Right. You saw me a few minutes ago. You revealed that you are not gay or are not going to turn into one. You loath a few minutes that we shared in a seat. Now you are in front of me, asking me to date you. Did I miss anything?" "Yeah, reality hit me very soon, and here I am begging for you to date me." "And I cleared myself."
"Have you not dated a guy before? Not even once." He was startled for a few seconds, followed by the same smile that was not leaving his face for a few seconds either. "Yes, I have, and I didn't like it." "Seriously, damn, this is a serious issue. Do you want me to change my sexuality by going through surgery? He burst into laughter. I am cautioning you that the outcome will be a disaster. So, let's not get into those shitty things. Let's concentrate on what we have on hand." He was chewing his lips, and I was getting distracted. "Stop doing that." By saying that, I freed his lips. "Did I just do that? I turned gay so soon."
Once again, he burst into laughter and started walking. "Go away; you are the craziest moron I have ever come across." "Let me take it as a compliment. Let's try for a few days. Give me a bloody chance. I held his hand, and he stopped walking. I was in front of him, and by forwarding my hand for a handshake, I spoke. "I am Daniel Rasac. Final-year art student at one of the prestigious colleges. My mentor is a well-known professor, James Dickson. If you ask me, he is an asshole, always sucking my blood at the art class. I really hate him so much. Now it was my turn to get him back. He is begging me to portray his family, and I am bloody giving reasons. See, never get the bad side of a student this is going to get." His smile vanished and was replaced by a frown. I raised a questioning eyebrow. "He is my father." I was shocked for a few seconds. I hate not closing my mouth when it requires it the most. "Well, my day couldn't get any better. Any suggestions?" That smile came back. "Yeah, stop talking." I rolled my eyes. "Thanks, but I will pass it on." By sighing, he started walking.
I was matching his steps beside him. "Ok. You can give your answer later. Let's exchange a few basic things, starting with your name. I know your surname; now tell me your first name. Hey, I deserve to know at least that." He abruptly stopped his steps. "You are the most annoying guy I have ever met. Trust me. I am Ethan Dickson, studying at one of the finest colleges." "Yeah, right, a handful of information. What about your favorite food, beverages, colors, places to visit, and everything?" "My day is getting better and better." By mumbling, he started walking. "Common spit out. I should start dealing with your dad in the best way possible. He hates me so much, but I will find my way around; that's not a big deal. The toughest is his damn son." He was only smiling in response, and I was whipped.
THE END.