chris.

his hair is so pretty, his eyes- mesmerizing. his smile is so beautiful i could faint. he's so pleasing to just look at, to admire when he doesn't know it. this is how you feel about him as well as talk to your friends about him

i sit on the bleachers with my friends its an early night. on the field in front of us is chris and his team having football practice. i watch as he runs his hand trough his hair, a small smile lingering on his lips. my friends are talking to each other but at this point i couldn't care less. he looks so beautiful i can't focus on anything else around me- just him. butterflies. 'cause all of a sudden he starts walking in my direction. when he's pretty much almost near the bench further down from us he drags his hoodie over his head to take it off- which causes his t-shirt under to ride up a little. i slowly travel my gaze upward from his v-line that was on display for a second only to meet his eyes staring at me, both of us having a smile on our lips by now. he grabs his water bottle and pours some water down his throat still having eye contact, before he runs back off with that kindly soft smile on his face to his teammates

"oh my god"

i say before turning to my friends as my cheeks visibly get a reddish tint