Title: Just a glance...

Email: kyoji@comcast.net

Story:
Who is that? He's strange.
Not just the clothes he wears.
There's something else...

Oh! I can't help it...
Just a glance...

Crap, they noticed...
"He's so... lame, Amelia."
"You could do much better than that."

Of course I can.
Being popular does that you know.

But...
His eyes, so alone...
But they seem to be searching...
Searching for something...

Or someone.

I can't help looking, but I don't know why.
He seems so weak, so pitiful.
And yet, I know he has strength.
A strength that lies behind those eyes...

Such sad, lonesome eyes...

He's looking here...
Our eyes meet...
And suddenly, I moved.

Moved towards him.
___________

Someone to understand, to care.
That's all I want.

Someone that can see beyond the flake.
The flake that is me.

"Someone is looking... who?"

That girl... Her name was Amelia, right?
She's pretty popular, why is she looking here?
Probably for laughs.

Ehh? Looks like her friends found out...

Go on, laugh at Tristan the flake.

She isn't laughing.
Why? She has other guys that she can look at.
Mountains of them. More worthy than me.

That gaze, it's... warm.
Not like those cold stares I usually get.
It feels good. A warmth that I haven't felt from anyone.

I... want to return that gaze.

Those eyes, full of warmth. Kindness.

She... she's walking over here!
Should I turn away? No, I don't want to.

Not from her... Never.

Comments: It's late, I know. The story is, well, kinda written wierd. Not a drop of color either, unless you count gray.
I had meant to participate in the previous moc's but my entries always ended up too late.  Whether this entry will get to be voted on doesn't matter to me at this point.  I just wanted to submit something to make up for the last couple of 'moc's I couldn't enter.