My Favorite Color is Your Something Blue (My Favorite Color)

by Eva Austin

I yelled at her, aided in ruining her shoes, and called her a psycho. Not a great first impression. I’m an idiot.

If he weren’t also the cutest boy in the world, this would all be so much easier.

I reach out to help him push it away from his eyes. We lock gazes, and his expression changes.

I’ve never met the guy, but do know he broke her heart, so I’m not a fan.

Our heads are turned toward each other, and she’s laughing. I’m gazing at her with an easy—some might say, infatuated—smile. Clearly, she has my full attention.

I shouldn’t zero in on the words longer than I would have liked. Still, I’d love to know what was on her mind.

You’re the most beautiful girl here. And for the record, I liked your hair yesterday.”

“And as far as my love story goes, I would love to tell you it was love at first sight, but it just wasn’t. Love is messy. We all know that. I didn’t even like Hudson at first. A true enemies-to-lovers story for those of you who read romance novels.”

She’s looking for someone. And my heartbeat ticks up a notch when she finds me.

Love is messy. It isn’t perfect. I’m not sure what this is just yet, but there’s definitely something here. It might be nothing. But just maybe…it might be something.