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hey everyone i was just wondering i was reading a fic a lng while ago and i cant seen to find it i think it was called "firefly eyes" anyone have any info will love you for ever

my bestest firend in the entire world wrote this a long time agao and i just recently found it again tell me what you think plese



The Girl -

You walk down the corridor, make a right.
Third door to your left.
Walk inside, fourth row back, sixth seat over.
Drop into the creaky chair, put your bag on the desk.
Face forward.

As your teacher drones on a paper is tossed onto the surface of your desk.
Unfazed and emotionless you look to the paper,
Not around the room,
Not to see who tossed it,
Just at the paper.
You reach out, unfold the paper.

Blue ink, small print, eight words, signed with a D.

will you go to the dance with me?
-D

You refold the paper, stand up, your chair groaning in protest,
Walk down, two rows forward, three seats over,
Your teacher questions as to what you’re doing.
Turn to the boy, with the same hat he always wears,
Place it on his desk.

“Sure”

He smiles wide and you turn around,
Two rows back, and three seats over.
Face forward.



-The Boy -

The quiet girl with the sandy hair.

Three days, seven hours, twenty-six minutes.

She’s been in your classes since the sixth grade.

White dress shirt, black slacks, blue tie, nice shoes.

The only girl thats never even glanced in your direction.
Intriuging,
Mysterious,
A challenge.

Seven oclock, 418 Orange Street, white house.

She wont be able to resist your charm.

Motel 6, room 22A, second floor, fourth door from the left.

Your latest mission, 20 bucks if you get her.

*Please do not disturb*


-The Girl -

Walk home, white house, down the hall last door.

You put your bag on the floor, go to your closet,
Blue dress, black lace.

You slide the dress on,
Zip up,
Smooth flat,
Slip on your shoes,
Pull your hair into a messy bun, loose strands brushing softly at your neck.

Seven oclock, doorbell rings, grab your sweater, lock the door.



-The Boy -

You give her a flower, compliment her on her dress,
Drive to the dance, walk in, thumbs up from your friends.

You sit down at a table and pat the chair beside you for her to sit.
She looks at you unimpressed.

Do you want to dance or what?

You frown slightly,
Nod dumbly,
Get up akwardly,
And follow her to the dance floor.

Hands on her hips, bodies real close,
Swaying to the music, her walls begin to crumble,
Brush her hair from her face, and whisper in her ear,

œWanna get out of here and go somewhere else?

Nodding softly,
Clinging softly,
She says okay.

You smirk to yourself, grab her hand,
Lead her to your car, get in,
Drive to the motel.

Motel 6, room 22A, second floor, fourth door from the left.

Hold the door open for her, try not to show your excitement,
Toss your jacket on the sofa and sit down on he bed.

would you like to sit?



-The Girl -

You sit down beside him, and he scoots closer to you,
Puts his hand on your thigh, and whispers that you’re gorgeous.

Hes trying to be suave and you cant help but think hes pathetic.
But what he says next catches you off guard.

i know you think that Iâm fake, that this isnt sincere,
But you really intrest me, Ive liked you for a while.

You let your barriers down and you allow yourself to trust him,
You dont push him away when he goes to kiss you,
You dont stop him when he unzips your dress and slides it off.

Defenses down,
Feeling accepted,
Caught up in the moment,
You go along for the ride.

Looking at you with a questioning glance,
You nod and whisper okay.

Panting above you, he says youre beautiful,
Slumps against you, breathing returns to normal,
He rolls out of bed, pulls on his clothes,
And leaves you with a,

Thanks doll, wasnt too bad.
And for the first time in a long time,

You cry.



-The Boy -

You get into your car, pull our your cell phone,
Dial your friend.

Theres a strange feeling in the bottom of your stomach,
You push it to the side.

Mission accomplished

Insert smirk here.



-The Girl -

Flash forward two months.
Youre pregnant with his kid
Jerk didnt even use a condom
He doesnt know it yet
You havent told him
Youre telling him today
You havent spoken to him since that night.

Walk down the corridor, make a right.
Third door from your left,
Hesitate at the door, walk inside.
Glance at your feet.
Fourth row back, sixth seat over,
Carefully lower yourself into the old chair,
Bag on your desk,
Face forward.

You pull out a piece of paper,
Write down what needs to be said.
Fold the paper.
Stand up, walk down.
Two rows forward, three seats over.
Place the paper on his desk.
Leave the classroom.



-The Boy -

You look at the folded paper,
Unsure of what to do,
You glance around the room,
Only to find that no one cares.
You unfold the paper.

Black ink, shakey print, five earth shattering words.

m pregnant.
Youre the father.

Signed with a tear.

And suddenly you know what that feeling was.

Guilt.