Okay here is my intro to a short romantic story i am writing. Let me know what you guys think of it.
"Well what are you doing for Valentines then?" The loud-mouthed question, an exclamation almost, caused her to snap out of her dreamy eyed gaze and look across at him. The look wasn't accompanied by words however, and the boy, clearly determined, persisted with an even louder "Well, valentines?" It wasn't so much the urgency of his query, as it was the boring drone of the professor's voice that prompted his frenetic questions. He needed release, an outlet for his ever wandering mind, and the girl sitting beside him seemed to provide the perfect medium for that. Of course, the fact that she was pretty helped as well. The girl, having now had enough time to process the questions being flung her way, replied with a quiet "Nothing" before looking away. Now most other guys would take such a cursory response as a sign of disinterest, and be discouraged from making any further conversation. Fortunately though, he wasn't like most other guys; the nugatory response only served to further pique his interest in her. "Nothing" he bellowed, "Really?" The girl turned back to look at him, this time slightly amused by his overzealous manner. "Yeah, nothing" she replied again, before hastily turning to face the front again. An awkward silence ensued, in which the boy contemplated the scenario at hand. She had been quite non-expressive and emotionless with her responses, but he couldn't help feel as though there was some sadness hidden behind the stoicism. He glanced back at her; yeah, there was just something in those eyes that betrayed a deep melancholy. Having always been a gentleman, he wondered whether he should ask her out for Valentines. That would be the perfect tonic for cheering her up, he thought. He turned to face her again, and was just about mouth his proposal when the girl beat him to it. "So what are you doing for Valentines?" she asked, finally betraying the interest that he had naturally sparked in her. The boy, however, was quite taken aback at the question. He had initially wanted to reply with a cheeky "Hopefully, you", but decided against that now; it would probably sound quite crude and creepy. Actually, now that he had had a little more time to mull over it, he was beginning to rethink his decision to ask her out. He had, in fact, asked two girls out already; a third would just make him seem like a womanizing jerk. And he was anything but that. So, exercising his restraint, he answered with a tentative "Ummm, I'm not really sure." When the expectant look on her face lingered, he slowly added "Hopefully I'll spend it with someone special... He paused midsentence because at that instant, their eyes fully met for the first time. Oblivious to all around them, they stared at each other, alone in space with the world lost behind them. It had begun. They had begun. Although no words were spoken, it seemed as though sparks flew between them, inextinguishable and untamed, joining the two as one. Neither could explain it, but they didn't want to either; the magic of the moment left no room for reasoning or logic. The boy and the girl continued holding each other's gaze, unwilling and unable to stop. After what seemed like an eternity, the professor's high pitched yells pleas of "Attention" snapped them out of their reverie. The lecture had almost come to its conclusion, and the students were due to leave soon. They looked away together, still confused as to what had just happened. The rest of the class passed in silence.
"Well what are you doing for Valentines then?" The loud-mouthed question, an exclamation almost, caused her to snap out of her dreamy eyed gaze and look across at him. The look wasn't accompanied by words however, and the boy, clearly determined, persisted with an even louder "Well, valentines?" It wasn't so much the urgency of his query, as it was the boring drone of the professor's voice that prompted his frenetic questions. He needed release, an outlet for his ever wandering mind, and the girl sitting beside him seemed to provide the perfect medium for that. Of course, the fact that she was pretty helped as well. The girl, having now had enough time to process the questions being flung her way, replied with a quiet "Nothing" before looking away. Now most other guys would take such a cursory response as a sign of disinterest, and be discouraged from making any further conversation. Fortunately though, he wasn't like most other guys; the nugatory response only served to further pique his interest in her. "Nothing" he bellowed, "Really?" The girl turned back to look at him, this time slightly amused by his overzealous manner. "Yeah, nothing" she replied again, before hastily turning to face the front again. An awkward silence ensued, in which the boy contemplated the scenario at hand. She had been quite non-expressive and emotionless with her responses, but he couldn't help feel as though there was some sadness hidden behind the stoicism. He glanced back at her; yeah, there was just something in those eyes that betrayed a deep melancholy. Having always been a gentleman, he wondered whether he should ask her out for Valentines. That would be the perfect tonic for cheering her up, he thought. He turned to face her again, and was just about mouth his proposal when the girl beat him to it. "So what are you doing for Valentines?" she asked, finally betraying the interest that he had naturally sparked in her. The boy, however, was quite taken aback at the question. He had initially wanted to reply with a cheeky "Hopefully, you", but decided against that now; it would probably sound quite crude and creepy. Actually, now that he had had a little more time to mull over it, he was beginning to rethink his decision to ask her out. He had, in fact, asked two girls out already; a third would just make him seem like a womanizing jerk. And he was anything but that. So, exercising his restraint, he answered with a tentative "Ummm, I'm not really sure." When the expectant look on her face lingered, he slowly added "Hopefully I'll spend it with someone special... He paused midsentence because at that instant, their eyes fully met for the first time. Oblivious to all around them, they stared at each other, alone in space with the world lost behind them. It had begun. They had begun. Although no words were spoken, it seemed as though sparks flew between them, inextinguishable and untamed, joining the two as one. Neither could explain it, but they didn't want to either; the magic of the moment left no room for reasoning or logic. The boy and the girl continued holding each other's gaze, unwilling and unable to stop. After what seemed like an eternity, the professor's high pitched yells pleas of "Attention" snapped them out of their reverie. The lecture had almost come to its conclusion, and the students were due to leave soon. They looked away together, still confused as to what had just happened. The rest of the class passed in silence.
